We are all just strangers in the end

We are all just strangers in the end

Sometimes you give everything to impress the others.

You try to convince them of your talent, so they will know you have power. 

You want them to know your values, your characteristics, your intentions, and your perks.

You want them to know you.

And they applaud you, motivate you, encourage you.

They want to know you.

But in reality, you sit across from each other, or even miles away, and all you know from each other is the appearance or the polite smile that person gives you.

Maybe they never spoke a word to you except for "Sorry I need to get through".

Isn't it funny how many people are there on this earth, and all of them live a different life?

7 billion stories.

And you're sitting here and you want to get to know them around you.

Even though it feels like you already do know them after a while of sitting in the same area.

You listen to the same stupid pop music, you feel the same cold breeze on your skin, you see the same seagulls flying over the same sea and taste the same saltiness on your tongues.

You have so much in common and yet you are so different at the same time.

They are talking or laughing, you are trying to focus on your own music which is way better than this pop shit and you try to capture their life.

You know them without actually knowing them.

The two blonde ladies there. 

They are mother and daughter according to the hair and age, the same face structure tells.

They are on good terms, watching you capturing their life without them knowing.

They don't judge you, no, they are just the type of nosy people. They discuss what I'm writing.

They normally don't drink but order their white whine for their vacation aesthetics, how could they talk about deeper things without alcohol?

No, they like each other but were never the type of parent child friends.

And you big guy with the tattoos?

Come on, don't make it too obvious that you don't want to be here.

The biting on your lip, your grumpy face expression, and the swinging of your foot even makes me nervous.

You are not really friends with the other guys on your table.

You pretend it's a nice holiday, with just you males, but your wives at home annoy you and-

Ohhhh.

A fight lays in the air.

Someone tried to apologize and some other agreed, but the way you laugh at each others bad jokes tensed, tells me, that y'all just try to make the best out of that situation.

Your group is not the only group.

You seem pretty seperated.

There are little groups within your group.

Oh you want to leave because you're the outsider.

Sitting in the corner, the only one who is not included in a conversation.

The others do not exactly look happy, but at least content and not like they want to leave any minute.

Oh don't lookn at me like that, I can't help you. 

And tell your friend who likes younger women to not look at me like I'm going to be his next prostitute he takes when he fights with his wife.

I see the mark of the wedding ring my guy.

No ring on it though, temporarily single for vacation I assume?

And you little girl.

You are doing your little gymnastic tricks on your bench. You are curious of what I'm doing but you are too shy to ask, so you just gift me a smile.

Your mother taught you to never speak with strangers but to always be polite.

You are tired, I see your blue eyes twitching, trying to close and your mouth that yawns non stoppable.

Ohhh what a surprise.

New information.

Now I know why you were so silent big guy.

I just overheard your conversation, you adviced how to speak to the mother daughter duo.

But we both have seen the rings or the ring marks.

You are the odd one out.

The one who stays loyal.

And you my ladies, you have seen these looks and moved on from me to them.

You make it too obvious how you actively turn away as soon someone of these guys look at you. 

And how you immediatly turn back because you're too nosy.

Not again, come on, I'm not a beginner.

I see how you watch me while I'm writing.

The men left a few seconds ago, I'm your most interesting subject again.

I need to smile when I see your looks on me from the side of my eye and how you turn away again when I look up.

I see the sleep overtook you little girl.

You have gone home.

What about you dog couple?

You my man, are constantly on the phone, checking the new facebook updates while your wife orders the third drink within half an hour. 

I see you are annoyed, trying to stay away from your husband, who now befriends their seating neighbours, because he does not want to talk to you at the moment. 

Even your dog is bored, half asleep, half checking out the surrounding.

I see, you have a strong bond.

Your dog caught me analyzing you and now won't take his eyes off of me.

Don't worry little guy, I'm not a threat.

I just see how your female owner returned, lost in her thoughts and still not speaking. 

You are not fighting, you simply do not like each other anymore.

You are not in love anymore, the only thing you still love in your relationship is your dog, which is basically your child.

But happy news, you are in love, couple in front of me.

My guy, appreciate her.

She is clearly deeply in love with you.

How she looks at you without a break, smiles at every word you say, reaches out to you with her hand to feel your touch.

She is happy with you and you complete her healthy setting in relationships.

And you my girl, he loves you too.

He shares his phone with you, shows you every little detail in his gallery he is excited about.

He returns the looks and especially the smiles.

Keep that love.

Inhale it like the air around you and keep it in your lungs forever, even if that means to stop breathing.

Oh hello little girl, you are back, you brought your older sister with you, you didn't want to sleep, you wanted to stay with the adults.

The blonde mother daughter duo left and the bartender announces the last round of drinks.

Bartender my friend.

You are tired and exhausted from your shift, and you can't wait to get back home and fall into bed.

You need the money, you thought university and vacation job works, until you realized, it is draining.

Every sentence and move is rehearsed and you're glad when you saved enough money to switch your lifestyle.

Dear blonde mother daughter duo, men group, little girl, dog couple, couple in front of me and bartender.

It was nice getting to know you.

To get an insight in your stories. 

Who knows what was right and what was wrong about you.

I guess we won't know and can only imagine.

Because one thing isn't guessing, assuming, or analyzing, it is a fact.

We are all just strangers in the end.