I was sad to just start fresh,
just be a face in the crowd,
where no one knew me.
Sometimes we just need that.
"When faced with tragedy, we gather as many people around us as we possible can. Mere acquaintances become best friends. Enemies become kindred spirits. We need people so later we can look back and say, "I went through that with them." People who can remind us that what we experienced, what we felt, was real. That we were there. So on that morning in early December, when we were all roused from our cozy dorm rooms just as the gray mist of dawn had started to rise, everyone set about finding that group to cling to. Someone to link arms with to make us feel less vulnerable, less unsure. Less like the world was on the verge of caving in."
It's funny how best friends have this sense.
Like when they both look at each other
they just know they need to talk later
and they know exactly what the other wants to talk about.
