We walk through life

knowing the ground will open for us one day.

Not in fear—

but in recognition.

The body learns to slow,

the hands forget small things,

names slip away like mist.

We pretend it’s just another season.

A heartbeat feels permanent

until it pauses,

and the silence becomes

the final word.

We are not built to last,

but to burn briefly—

bright enough

to leave shadows on others.

In the end,

nothing holds.

Not memory,

not skin,

not even love.

But still,

we keep reaching for the light.