I passed by a stranger today; it was weird. I only caught a glimpse of them, but I suddenly possessed the knowledge of every detail about them. Though our paths intertwined only for a split second, time did me a favor and slowed itself down. I was suddenly hit with backlash that consisted of them being in it, but they were a stranger. A stranger. It was immature, but I actually wanted to ameliorate with them that split second. What happened between me and that stranger was abstruse; impetuous even. But it was too late to rectify our past mistakes. I had to ignore it. I just had to. But it was difficult, so extremely difficult. Maybe I was meant to ruminate on what happened, but my mind was too occupied. Should I ruminate on it now? I can't. I still feel great remorse for it.
