The moaning promises of forever.
Also how fast a stanger can become the close one.
A hard fact of life.
And in the end, we become strangers with memories.
What if God was one of us, just a stranger on a bus?
Like a not-so-friendly ghost.
You never know of the good times that await.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You know yourself when you travel.
Two people who were once very close can without blame