history.

some days i am in constant remembrance of our lives together.
on those days it is you that arrives first in my mind, of those to turn to.
the only other place ive felt home.
i cant make any sense of that. i replay things. create what would have beens.
then i laugh at how ironic the world would be, had those things someday happen.

there has to be some sort of reason. this is not how it goes for the rest.
i over think things. but within reason...there has to be a reason.


the string keeps breaking and retying itself.

always connected.