Sometimes

Yes, sometimes.
Thoughts will happen.
Time defies knowledge, flying high in the face of trembling pain, swooping low under the feet of eternity.
Voices come and go, understanding less when more is offered.
Places intertwine, the agony of one transplanted to the ignorance of another.
People will indeed come and often they go, just the ones to remember go further, into the dark reaches of the mind, around the corner of sight.
Bad things happen, but only if you ask it of them, only if it's time.
Words can plunge deep into a wound, sounds can crush like a vice, thoughts can destroy like a virus and actions can cut clean all those ties.