To be just a face in somebody’s yearbook,
tenderly remembered by some eyes,
or maybe.. softly forgotten.
To be a passing stranger in the street,
Filling the background as if following
The imaginary script of someone else’s life.
—Coexisting in pages, or between the lines,
of multiple, existing storylines—
Playing the loyal friend sometimes;
The bubbly crush or the terrible villain
once or twice.
Whatever the role..
..we end up just lingering.
..craving.. desiring.. that funny, ephemeral feeling.
We end up just
lingering,
Yearning,
Daydreaming,
to be part of
A day, a page.
A chapter, a year.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:54 PM UTC
To be just a face in somebody’s yearbook,
tenderly remembered by some eyes,
or maybe.. softly forgotten.
To be a passing stranger in the street,
Filling the background as if following
The imaginary script of someone else’s life.
—Coexisting in pages, or between the lines,
of multiple, existing storylines—
Playing the loyal friend sometimes;
The bubbly crush or the terrible villain
once or twice.
Whatever the role..
..we end up just lingering.
..craving.. desiring.. that funny, ephemeral feeling.
We end up just
lingering,
Yearning,
Daydreaming,
to be part of
A day, a page.
A chapter, a year.
What am I playing in your story?
