It's so definite that I can almost feel it.

This reverberating sense of disconnection that accompanies the never-ending aftermath.

Do we share a destiny, or do we simply share a destination?

To the friends who made me smile on days where the sun was dimmer and the sky was greyer, I hope you will never be just another memory, or another memento, to be kept in the closet of my mind.

And these sad thoughts, they come tumbling into my mind with no rhyme or reason.