Stranger

As I lay sleeping, I began to think about everything. Little details until the biggest one. I must say that I feel frustrated several times, whether it's day or night, but mostly when the dark wraps me up. I'm looking a friend. Someone who have no idea of who I am and never heard anything about me before. A stranger. 

The small circle I live in has driving me mad cause I'm tired of it already. I want more. I want something else. New things to discover, new feelings to figure out, new moments to look forward to. But somehow I feel like I'm trapped in a bubble and I can't get out. I'm choked, everyone could hear me but they let me run out of breath in purpose. 

So, I went to surf to find a stranger. Somehow I ended up helping depressed people getting through their day and I lost interest of how crazy I was. But then, he found me. The stranger I was looking for. He fits the criteria and in two hours, we became friends. Funny, how fast it is to get a friend when you know where you are gonna meet them. For my criteria, it's on the internet. 

We tell about each other story, goods and bads. We're weird in a weird way. Afterall, stranger doesn't feel like stranger anymore...until I lay back almost fall asleep, a little upset with him about something that shouldn't be a problem. And then it hits me hard, like a fucking hurricane. 

Why do I even bother? Why do I spend my time talking to stranger on the internet who gives me nothing but a headache. Friendship wasn't suppose to be hard, until it gets complicated by itself. I've spend 4 days in vain. As I began to feel more frustrated than before, I realize that I want stranger in the most strange place. I want everything became strange and I want me to be stranger for myself. 

I want to become a stranger. Stranger in my own world.