Time Marches On

I have an affinity for sad things, sad endings to stories are my favourite kinds. I think because they seem the most realistic. Sad endings are just so much more true to life. This shack, now dilapidated and forgotten once had life within its walls. It is similar to how I view friendships, one day, that shack that holds all my friendships will be as dilapidated and forgotten as this one. Some friendships last longer than others sure, but eventually, we’ll all drift apart. Be it because someone people won’t put the same level of dedication to being friends into it as myself, or because we simply move apart; it’ll end one day. I do hope however, I am proven wrong. That I meet such a friend that I couldn’t bare to be without. One that would never be forgotten.