When the past is past

“If you bump into someone you haven’t seen in seven years, every cell has been replaced and they’re someone new entirely. You don’t have to say hi.” – @shutupmikeginn

I just realised that it has been a little over seven years since I’ve seen my classmates from Primary School. And that’s an incredibly uncomfortable thought. I mean, it was a completely predictable future, considering I wasn’t “friends” with any of them, it’s just that they all live so close to me. Or, at the very least go to school in my general area, so, why haven’t I seen any of them?

How can one live so incredibly close to their past but never truly touch it?

Nakedstreetkid out x


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