Scatterbrainy

"out with the new, in with the old" seems to be a recurrent theme for the moment.
People that I thought were lost keep coming back,
others never leave, but never really stay either; they exist in a kind of shadowy limbo
while some have their separate lives, far away, but I know they'll be here the second I ask.

This is life, I guess.
People passing through and there is no way of knowing who will stay.
Who will matter the most and who you cannot live without.
Who lets you down and who has the power to hurt you the most.
Who will leave a mark on your chest and your life will never be the same.
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and speaking of reconnection:


Note to self: that no emotion is the final one.