Time's Reaper

I'm sitting here on a bed in a house from my past. I never thought I'd be here again. Never thought I would have the courage or the heart to endure just one visit. But, I'm here. I made it. It's not so much that I was afraid, it was more of a fear of being forgotten. Time does strange things to people and their perception of other people and things. Time almost warps the mind; twists it, molds it, unravels it. Yet, my intuition suggests I have not been skewed, in fact I am quite in tact--perfectly the same. Familiar faces, though aged and decayed by time's reaper, all welcome me with loving smiles. Arms, rid of elasticity, still hold me the same way.

Maybe this is how people interact with each other. Maybe we all just fall in and out of contact with one another, yet collide when the time is right. Why have I now seen them? Why not three, four, five years ago? I think it was meant to be this way, at this time. If not now, I may have not composed this very blog. Interesting, huh?