atrophy

Things fall apart. Perhaps it’s how things are supposed to be.

The skin ages, leaves wither, pictures fade, memories dim, people drift apart, friends become strangers by default. Without conscious effort to keep things, they all drift away.

Perhaps this is the world’s way of letting one prioritize what matters to them. Otherwise, it’d be such a cluttered life we’re living.

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