You blink once, it is broad daylight. You blink twice, You are next sleeping with the love of your life. You blink thrice, It was all disguise, you realize. Blink the fourth time, You are crying under the deep dark skies. Blink some more, and You are reminiscing the times, getting lost again in his dark brown eyes.
Change. A word with a world inside. It happens in small, unnoticeable fractions, but leaves more rubble than earth-smashing tremors.
Change. *A word that makes me sad and hopeful, at the very same time.