Most of the time, stories don’t just end.
The new chapter of another story doesn’t start
immediately,
It just sort of switches, changes into the next
one.
Have you ever noticed that it’s never really an
end?
It’s more of a transition into the next scene
It’s a way of saying:
Life goes on
When actually there will someday be
A stopping
point
An end to it all
A death
A drifting apart
A leave
You never know which it might be
If any of it all
But times change
People leave
And nothing is what it was
It never will be what it was again
Maybe you like that thought maybe you don’t
Fact is that time is a river flowing on
Can’t live in the past,
Can’t live in the future
Accept what is and what’s not
And move on
