so long since i’ve used wattpad, it’s always nice to see stories I’d read in my youth still gain traction now. it’s also bittersweet to return. the memories, conversations and laughs all echo in a space once was filled with life, now so void of anybody. to me it reflects life truly, we all grow, drift and lose people in time.
time, time, time.
so fickle time is, we use time to measure absolutely everything. like how long you’ve lived for, and even when it’s finally your time to leave the world of living, time will still be utilised where you’re concerned, to measure how long you’ve not lived for.
i’ve gone completely off track, apologies.
seeing as my conversations have all been deleted i’d like to offer thanks to all those who’d contributed in this space.
i am a product of everybody i’ve ever interacted with.
