Isn’t it strange?
How people change.
Without  reasons,
Just like seasons.

Warmth turns cold,
Stories left untold,
Bonds set sail,
As distance prevails.

Messages unreplied,
Calls denied,
Now an unknown,
Once dearly own.

It’s strange,
How people change.

                    ~ Me

Hope y’all liked this poem.

By this I don’t mean to say that change is bad, in fact change is good. As we grow, we change, rather we evolve into different versions of ourselves.

Think of it like that… how many of you are still friends or in touch with the first friend you made? I, for an instance don’t even remember the name of the first friend I made (ok ok I might be called out for this but I’m sorry it’s true💀)

But hey, you’re lucky if you’re friends with your first friend or even in touch with them with an occasional hi byes or birthday wishes (if you remember it, that is.)

But I believe, sometimes we outgrow people and that’s completely okay. Time perhaps creates distance.

Although I hope I would stay friends with my current friends ( you know who you all are) always.

As I said, this is my ranting space, so here I am 🤡

THANKYOU for making it till here!

Until next time!💗