Bubble-Pop-Gum
People come and go–like the hours of a day, one moment they’re there, bright and warm.. the next, they’re gone, dark and cold. Moments pass. . . each minute wasted by nostalgia.
It’s true what they say. . .nothing is everlasting.
People invest their time and energy in friendships they thought would stand against distance and inevitable flow of change. Like the hustling and bustling corners of Wall Street, the value of friendships are often times traded with diminishing connections for other relationships that are thought to be better. . . temporarily. . . like a new gum . . until the flavor subsides. . . only concoction of rubber and plastic remain–dry and tough making jaws locked. Relationships come and go–chewing gum are easily disposed of as it is quickly chewed. . . each bite takes away the sweetness. . . each moment spent feels the constant duty to entertain each other. . . the more effort it takes, the less thrilling it becomes . . . yet you continue to chew on that flavor-less gum . . . until you feel it’s no longer satisfactory. . . then a new one comes. . . like time, the cycle never ends.
Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2015
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