I was going through old facebook messages deleting ones that didn't seem like they had a purpose anymore. I found three threads from dead friends. One died in a car crash, she was seventeen. Last thing she said to me was "I'll see you later Joshy-Poo!" and she gave me a hug. She died the next day. Another friend killed himself. Last thing I talked with him about was the good reference I would give him for a job since I was his manager. He blew his head off a couple months back. Now their ghosts are still on my wall. Messages forever stamped in a way. An inbox that will never be checked.
Other messages I went over were just people or untitled "users" that never messaged back or I the other way around because I didn't want them in my thoughts anymore. But still these words remained... until I deleted them.
We all push forward my dear, but entropy increases. It always increases...