Change can be very untimely but nonetheless an occurring phenomenon.
For everyone,
intangible,
but can be forged from our own deeds and most do not even know it. Or ignoring it to keep them safe, to keep them ignorant from the truth. Believing, that if not acknowledged it will not prevail, imploring for some outworldly being out of their comprehension hear their pleas.
Useless
but reassuring.
For it matters not, because it is the inevitable and definite-ugly and brutal-truth. But I really want to believe some change is good even if I so painfully want it to be bad, to blame it on that and not take responsibility. But all change is needed for the better or worst. We can’t ignore it and stay static for the rest of our lives.
I have to figure out
what I want to be,
and fight to build the new me, not the old.