When familiar faces I’ve grown to trust suddenly no longer are more known then empty dust. I find myself only seeing the sadness in this particular predicament. While others wonder where all my feelings went… I laugh and smile finally understanding the difference between people, who say that they know, but just end up telling another a lie. Then there are those who say they might tell a lie, but somehow manage to tell you all you needed. And then there are those, who regret not being you’re familiar face anymore, but regretted a tad to late… Waited till you figured out you already was surrounded by all the pretty faces there was made (for you).