The Sun Is Setting

The Sun is setting, and people are leaving.

Beloveds don't kiss my cheeks no more. Caring and appreciating them is basically honeydicking. My friends think twice before speaking, thrice before tapping the Enter button to send me a text message, and read those words quadruple times in case they find it all too inappropriate. Circles are getting smaller or none. Acquaintances are strangers. The crowd is a pool of nobody's. And I am losing this precious company. I can't quite recognize the guy with whom I had a long conversation, a moment ago. These rotting piles of meat are promising me things that'll please my heart; I remember, my heart is a stupid fuck. It'll take 'em as they are. So my brain kicks in. They trusted me most and early. And distrust when we know each other well enough. It's happening, and it's happening every other second. Even now.

People are leaving, and fading away from our lives on purpose. It is meant to be, and that's all I must watch. Watch, everybody depart. And I can not help but see the sun sink below the horizon. The sun is leaving as well...