A Loose Thread.....

I search in all the things and people that shaped me to be who I am at least a sense of connection. That once, I belong to them and they belong to me. Yet, there is nothing. Empty spaces in me. Nothing familiar only strangers. Faces and things you see, once familiar to you, don't make sense anymore.

It's funny how life works. That people remember a part of your life that you don't anymore. That what's memorable to you may not be the same to others. That the lowest of your life might be the highest of theirs.

No two things are indifferent......