Constantly, it seems, we are running away from something we’ve attached ourselves with.
First, it’s our families. Second it’s our friends. And then, a lover or two. We run through people until we figure ourselves out.
And it’s not fair. When did this world become ones playground?
But the truth is, we all do it. We all use one another to figure ourselves out.
We have children, so we can figure ourselves out. — for god sake!
We go through people like phases — and sometimes, our phases are people. (Unless they are children.)
And then, I guess, we get it together. Somewhere between completely fucking things up and pulling it together — we realize what’s good for us… and we … settle.