In the end, when everything is said and done, we all end up the same. Like a room that hasn’t seen the light of day in years. Walls draped in spider webs, a thin layer of dust resting on old pictures and unread books. The product of stasis. Or like that favorite pair of jeans. comfortable, a tear in the knee, and 5 shades lighter than the day they were bought. Used, and worn in.
We all end up Filthy and Faded, what matters, is how.