tired

yes i'm tired. of the people who walk in and then out of my life. i like it when people walk in. i welcome them with open arms. i like to get to know them better, sit with them over a cup (or many) of tea, and coffee. listen to their little secrets, observe their idiosyncrasies, laugh with them, cry with them. i love the process - i love it all.

and then, sometimes (though it's ever so rare, thank goodness), they walk out. with not a word or a sound. they slip out, when i'm not even looking and would never have thought... and all of a sudden, when i turn around and look for them, they're gone. *poof*. (and in fact, like the darling friend i picked up "*poof*" from.)

people are my passion. i love people. i love to observe the unraveling of a person's mind - any person, big or small, good or bad (though i will at once argue that there are no bad people). and as soon as a person makes his/her place in my life, they are special. and as soon as that happens, they can never leave - or should i say *i* can never leave. then what are those people made of, i wonder? those who can, in a breath, walk out.

if you have an answer, let me know. if you're one of those rare people who have 'walked out', please explain. i'd like to understand what it is, for it is just not me.