time fly by so fast and in stages that we dont really notice the transition. making new friends, leaving old ones. forging new memories and forgetting old ones. and it is just hard to take it all in but you cant stop, not at the moment. so you trudge on, with new adventures, begrudgingly or with a smile on your face you trudge on. one foot in front of the other. continuing on and most of the time you dont get the chance to look back. to see the foot prints in the sand, to be slowly washed away by the ebb and flow of time.

we slowly let go of old friends, making new ones but losing others in the process. and once you get the time to stop and reflect, to look back from your shoulder, to see the trail of fragile seasons that has passed you by, you see nothing.

but there is that faint hint of sadness, a tinge of pain reminding you that there was something there. something you let go, you hear a whisper, a sliver of melody of what was past.

and you finally realize, where has the time gone, where are my old friends, what have i done to forget them, for them to forget me. but still you need to look forward, trudging on.

but you look beside you, and they have been there all along. living life as you, its just that you chose not to talk to them, not to see. you never could find something that you were not looking for.