ory"~An insight . A remember of the past. About what was. What could have been. And will always be. Forever to remain,Unchanged. And whatever left behind. A remnant of before. Like bare whispers. Fluttering across. The lips of consciousness. Like the ancient song of yesterday. Meant for her ears alone. And yet unspoken. Never a syllable urrered. Just pictures. Little flashes. Black white:with shades of grey. Or a myriad of colours. Splashed upon a painter palette. Ultimately forming the image: "A memory.""Memories"~Times are changing,we are all growing up,the four of us,We are meeting new people,making new friends; I wonder what the future holds, Sometimes I stop and look back. I remember the people, that I once cared dearly for. Time can sever the link between people. As time passes,without communication,old friends just fade away. I often wonder what is going on in their lives, I wonder what they are doing now. I wonder whether life is treating them right. I wonder if they think about me as I think about them, And I wonder if they forgotten our friendship even existed. Times change. It saddens me deeply to say this but, I can't live in the past forever. It's time to move on. So,this is....goodbye.Even though I may never say it to you in person or we never speak again my goodbye is here.


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