Watching myself
estranged
through the eyes
of passerby
I,
get this question
all the time.
Why?
Why here?
Why this place?
Why not New York, or
somewhere far, far away –
the kid checking me in to
Planet Fitness doesn’t quite
understand why I’m here –
I know this because
I’ve been there, and there,
more places really than I care
Philadelphia, New York, San Diego
and what did I find?
People!
Yes
people,
glorious people,
who like I
wished to know why?
We romanticize
the lives that are not ours.
Words Of An Average White Male 
So true. Great write.
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Thanks for reading!
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Well done. š
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Glad you think so!
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We’ve lived a bunch of places, too. There are definitely differences between cities, but I agree with you that they’re all filled with the same ol’ regular people–doing and feeling the same little nothings and everythings that everyone experiences everywhere…
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And they’re glorious! Thanks for stopping by.
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