The place

I see the things I love inside other people.
I see all the places I’ve been, and the places I want to go.
I sometimes stop for a few moments,

When I see the person I wanted to be,

Walk by in the supermarket.

I want to talk to them sometime, and ask how things are in their life, which could have been my life in another reality..

I would ask about their fears, their selfishness and greed, their love and their lusts, because they would be mine..

I would ask where they found their strength, so i could look there for my own…