Our faces start sinking, our skin releases over time, yet
the paths that we were meant to be, haven’t changed;
 but we look like less ourselves for a moment, the camera fades,
and then this too-us- passes, until we shine again.
Some struggle harder than others. We resist
 our own becomings. We have to choose again and again whether
we believe in life despite its effects. We do, and move on…
The best oldest ones make us all safe, and feel like the journey
was surely worth it.