knock, knock.

every once in a while, i meet someone who to me, is a stranger. but i'm not to them. they know me because of this. this journal of thoughts and photos and the occasional spew of randomness fit together as an excuse for poetry.

and wow, it's usually such a treat to say hello. face-to-face.

then there's the opposite. old friends and acquaintances who i know read this. but never comment or say hello. and i suppose i give them that option.

but sometimes, sometimes i just want to know who's there.