tides change too quickly for my liking one day you are surrounded by good people the next you are isolated by demons.
i cannot comprehend the sincerity behind temporary promises it's as if people adjust their ideologies to fit their tunnel vision forgetting those who were there before.
There is a distinct emotion which is unmatched in gravity. It's the shuttering realization that others do not recognize the impacts of their transgressions. Wasted investments, broken promises and negative returns. Why leave the house when within it there is no betrayal?
there's a stark sadness that comes with maturity. an awareness of something so tragic that our mind pushes it to its furthest corners letting it linger in the background. you see the avoided truth of the matter is the best is behind us and you'll only get fragments of it back enjoying the orts as the young feast.