Everyone have their own stories. The new stories give way to the old ones.
When you meet new people, their stories become a part of your life. They have their own ways to carve your life, which you yourself might not even realize.
We get close to some and we feel that we are ‘held’ by them.
However, sometimes we are so alone that the ‘holding hands’ are ‘off’ from us and we move on.
Perceptions might become different and so the interpretations…
Still Life move on.. Waiting for none... As long as we ‘live’..