Forgotten
Writing CompilationWe're drifting apart — I feel it. In my bones, in every fibre of my being, I feel this familiar ache.
Like weightless clouds in the sky. Or plywood out in the endless sea, we're floating further away with every ebb of the waves as they erode the tide.
Further, and even further still.
Until our very beings remain as faint shadows in our blurred memories.
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