Seasons come and go, and people come and go.
Does it have to be like that? Must everyone leave eventually?
You stare at the wall for a couple of seconds, and then you blink, confused.
You certainly wish someone had warned you when you first stepped into this world.
This is something you'll tell your children, for sure:
"Champ, you shouldn't get too attached to a person, ever. People come and go. That's life for you, son. Now get out there and break your heart. Oh, don't worry about the pain, you'll get used to it eventually, believe me"
You shake your head, and snap out of it.
"So, you're growing older, is that so bad?", you say out loud, trying to convince yourself.
"So, everything's changing, people are fading away, and nothing will ever be the same... what about it?"
You're not doing a very good job...
Suddenly, everything that's happened in the last few days, comes racing back. It's overwhelming.
People dying, people leaving, people getting pregnant, goodbyes, broken promises, lost forevers.
Fuck. Fuck everything.
This was not supposed to happen. Not for a long time, at least.
You're still a kid!
How can everything feel so definitive and carved in stone when you're just a kid?
You feel like life has been cheating; but then, you take a look in the mirror.
I guess you're not a kid anymore.
Well... this certainly sucks.