Just ourselves

It had to end. Like the river sweeps the stones, the time wears everything out. It drags the good moments and uses the tears to clean the bad ones. In the end, everything is over.

And finishing is part of flourishing. It's the life cycle one more time. But for sure nothing is the same as time goes by. Beginning again is never giving the same results because we are not able to recognise ourselves, we have just changed.

That's the flush of good experiences too. I'm sure it was incredible, and I won't have another fantastic time like that, but like everything, it is over and time passed by.

And despite what the river had dropped, and besides all the waste is needed to be cleaned. The remainings are close to what we are, and the residuals are part of what it should be gone.

We can be just ourselves, you stated disappointed the last night I saw you. Nothing more we need, I said after that.