And the cycle never ends
She finds it hard to keep looking straight ahead for how her eyes continue involuntarily following the pieces of her she keeps losing along the way. The memories she still can’t get over. The people who keep leaving after her every new phase. Every time she absentmindedly loses another piece, another person, or realizes another phase is already over, her entire being continues obsessing over how she never even realized it was in possession. It takes her too long to stop reminiscing over all what it meant to her, for how very little she seemed to appreciate it while it lasted. Yet, when she’s finally able to, she turns back around right as she parts with another one of them that she still hadn’t had the chance to closely enjoy either, and the cycle never ends.
