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Everything withers away. Everything.
I envied something yesterday,
Today, when I walked past it,
I saw the cracks appear in it,
Almost out of nowhere!
But then, I remembered,
Everything withers away. Everything.
It’s about time, all the time.
Time numbs things out, pain, pleasure,
Beauty, strength. Time numbs all.
Nothing survives. Nothing but time.
Time is the one true constant in this world.
Nothing stands in its way.
Everything withers away. Everything.

So then, why do we live…
Struggle, go through the motions?
Why? Why indeed? I don’t know.
Love, maybe. That’s what life is.
Isn’t it? Maybe I’m a romantic,
But, I’m a realist too. I see things dying.
People leaving. And somehow, the world
Continues to revolve. It’s love, then,
Isn’t it? Love makes the world go round!
Love mends the broken. The tired.
For I know time is the one true constant.
Nothing stands in its way.
Everything withers away. And so,
love exists. To mend the withering.
To maintain. To paint. To build.
Love exists, to bring balance to time.

Everything withers away. But love.