I come and visit your life when I get tired of living with mine.
I stay for a while.
Listen to your stories.
Maybe we go out to some fancy bars and restaurants.
Maybe an amusement park, or trip to the beach.
Envelope myself in your music, your art, your culture.
I take pictures.
I give you nothing.
And when it’s time for me to go, I pack up and leave as abruptly as I arrived.
I am a tourist.
Interested to know what kind of sounds live inside my head ? No ? Too bad… Check out my first upload.