Sometimes, there is some sort of magic at running into yourself after a long time. bumping into each other, ping each other's books in a crossing hall.
We are people, and we learn with motion. It's ok to repeat our steps in order to understand, where we placed our feet in the last time, In what condition we left our sanity, and in which room we locked our logic.
But there is no excuse for abandonment. There is a crazy monster that makes you lose your vision, makes you blind, a controlling kind of freak who feeds out of trampling kind hearts for living. It's equal to a strong kick directly to a fresh-healed wound, it's a self destruct, scaring yourself daily and then hiding the cuts with folding up sleeves. We think that we have the right to disconnect from ourself emotionally whenever we just feel like to. We are busy chasing another person, another job. Me? I can't deal with all that right now, please come back later, feelings. But when it hits you, all that self scoring, you are unable to breath.
There is a whole pack of wolves who look for you, hungry for flash, starving for answers. And all you can do is run, look over your shoulder, avoid sad songs, direct looks into people's eyes, turning into a walking-dead person who escapes he's own shadow. so you escape to dark alleys, or a very crowded places where you can get lost, but eventually it's Hopeless. like a pre-known lose in a battlefield. Our shadows, our responsibilities, always show up to collect out debts. The question is, will you accept their tortures willingly, or will you fight back and get all bloody.