I think it's strange how we cross paths with so many people everyday yet we never truly get to know ninety percent of them, if that. It could be through a simple hello in the grocery store, a shared smile while passing or even through a hasty apology for stepping on someone else's feet. It's as if, for that split second, you share one moment in time with a complete stranger and only that stranger, only for them to walk off and for you to never see them again.
It's strange how we're all the same yet so different. Strange how we're all capable of the same emotions, yet still, no one seems to really understand anyone. We're blinded by our own little worlds and sometimes it's the little things that bring us back: orange streaks of light breaking through pale, dusty clouds, candles burning low at night, gentle whispers from the wind or the realization of just how small we really are, looking up at a star-strewn sky.