There are times...

...I am reminded, nothing (not even people, especially not people) is constant in this world, not for 5 milliseconds.
...I come to realise 'How is it going?', 'How are you doing?', 'Speak to you later', are phrases thrown in as greetings or polite endings to conversations, not meant to be taken seriously or literally.
...I have to learn lessons the hard way.
...I pick up shattered pieces of myself, glue them together and try to be stronger.
...I wish I could simply run away.