pebble
it will all change
eventually.
piece by piece,
collapsing outward,
disintegrating
and fracturing
until there's nothing left.
except the aged memory
and a pebble.
tender, and tiny
resurfacing
when you least
expect it.
little pieces,
moving forward,
with no reason
or direction.
simple pebbles,
sailing
until they're lost
in the tides.
but in the end,
they're just pebbles,
riding the waves,
waiting to be rediscovered,
and brought to the surface
before they're lost
in the salt and sea
until the end of time.
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