As they say, all good things must come to an end.
And so, a good thing, maybe not a perfect thing or a wonderful thing, but at least a good thing, has ended.
But I knew that was happening.
Still, the uncertainty, the slow crumbling, the shifting down into entropy, even in a relationship where the utter lack of future planning was welcome and expected, is still a reminder of why I haven’t done this in a while.
If necessity is the mother of invention, then catharsis is the mother of creativity, and so I will write my tripe and spill my language-confined thoughts into the moving rivers of data that is modern communication, for all or none, to read.
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