little pieces everywhere

I haven't been writing anyone back lately (sorry to everyone) I will soon resume my daily updates and messages. Email and facebook and this blog allow me so easily to cling to my past, to anchor myself in the lives of the people I have known. Not to say this is a bad thing in any respect but in order to properly acclimatize to my new surroundings, I need to remove myself (temporarily) from all the (appreciated!) "I miss you" messages. I was spending my time dwelling on what I had and not what I have.

Been fooled again

What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?