this is me looking back on friends i made on here once, and realising that we've drifted, and maybe that's alright. we all move on someday.

disclaimer: some people are feeling bad over this, and i want to say please, please don't feel guilty. this is the result of pent up thoughts/feelings that i couldn't entirely express. i understand that sometimes it's really difficult to keep in touch with others, especially right now. so pleeeeaaaaase don't feel guilty, okay? i love you guys.

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old conversations
and ageing dates,
passions faded or
fading, collaborating
with those you love,
raised eyebrows and
unsaid words. jokes
with laughter you see
but don't hear, you
feel but can't remember.
watch the time drift past,
days into years, and
echoing chatter from
not too far back. not
more than words on
screens, not less than
what you used to be,
the ghost of whatever
you once were and
who you loved. a
graveyard for those
memories, shared,
cherished, background
noise in the bustling
movement forward.
tombstones of posts
and washed-out stories,
not-replied-to replies,
unimportant, insignificant,
the biggest part of you
once upon a time.
old conversations,
dates that stick like
oily stains on glass,
words that pass and
disappear into blue,
mud on your shoes,
i sort of miss you.

and i hope you're alright.