It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
Watch me melt into mother earth. Sink into the roots of civilization. And fade into drifts of wind carrying the seeds filled with wisdom. Passed on to new generations to come. Absorbed into the youth of enlightenment, but forgotten by the ignorance of life.