Part B of Today, because my hair is coloring

My allergies are killing me.
Celisse is in town for her friend's wedding, and I've been watching her put together the cake. I don't know what I'll do when I won't be able to see her all the time. My seams will come undone.

And.
What about getting old? The skin that's holding me together right now is going to get old some day, and where am I even going to be, then? WHERE.
This man came into the bank today, and I thought he was drunk for a while, because he was having a really hard time forming words and thinking straight. He But after a minute I was starting to tell that he was deeply sad, and it sort of killed me. He wasn't old or young, he was just a man.
"Some people are just good," he started saying to me. "They shouldn't have to go."
"Did you lose someone?" I asked him.
"Yes.."
"I'm sorry," I told him. And I meant it. His eyes were red, and I don't know if I've ever seen someone that heartbroken in a really long time. To see in his face that life was just hard. That words were hard to choke out. That writing down letters on a paper was hard. That getting from here to there was just...hard. I started crying as he walked out the door, and I didn't even know what had happened to him. Didn't know who she was, or how she belonged to him.

And--
I still don't know where ANY of this is going. The only thing I seem to know these days is that nothing is consistent, and that everything I take root in is washed away. But I guess that is God for you. I guess it's called starting over, and that's what I said I wanted, didn't I.