Maybe I'm just gonna chase the wind;

The wind that heisted the happiness from us,
The wind that created the storms,
and prompted waves immense in form.

The wind that desolated every laugh,
The wind that once gave life to something not enough.
And the wind that blew our feelings away.
Maybe it could bring us back on that very first day.

Maybe

   In
              *           ANOTHER   +. °
°
          DIMENSION
°             +            °            °             *.      +
        OR
          *          °             +       line of  time
        And in
                   *                            *   another
                    UNIVERSE
   WE weRe     *             +                               °     +                  °      HAPPY TOGETHER.

Perfume, garlic, wet dog
That makes a lot of scents

Paying your lunch tab with coins
That makes a lot of cents.

I texted you all day today
That really doesn’t make sents.

Is a stranger
Still a stranger
Even when
they have made a impact on you life
Even when
They saved you from the dark
Even when
You know them
What they want to do with their life
What makes them happy
What makes feel free

Makes one wonder
What makes a person a stranger?
Is it that you havent seen their shell?
Is it that you cant be sure you can trust them?

If this is the definition of a stranger
Then I could consider half of my family
As strangers
Half my "friends"
Are Strangers

The google definition of a stranger
"a person whom one does not know
or with whom one is not familiar."

If this is the case...
A Stranger is really...

A potential Friend
         or
            A potential Enemy
                     or
                        Maybe
                           A Potential Love

maybe
every single decision
i have ever made
added up to entirely
decide my fate

maybe
all the people
i've seen or been with
have lead me to you
but you're too blind to see it

maybe
all the words
i have ever spoken
tangled the web that brought me here
leaving me so lonely