UBIQUITOUS

 I knew this one girl  

She had a common face

I saw her in so many people

I learnt to expect that sudden nostalgia

I later realized

It wasn’t just her face

It was also the way she acted

Like she’d picked all her habits and demeanor

From somewhere else

Somewhere common

,Every now and then I think

She must be really happy

Because she has a way of absorbing the world around her

How do I feel about strangers?

How do I feel about strangers who notice me?

I can barely dredge up an opinion about people I’ve known for years

Anyone can be a friend

Enemies are not easy to make

I don’t really know why everyone thinks so;

But being nice is not easy