Change is inedible
but what if I don’t want it to be?
Stillness is my form of wishing.
It grows within me,
consumes me,
like leaves on a tree
when the autumn breeze arrive
making me, shaping me,
until I am no longer the same.
Why is it consuming me?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:21 AM UTC
Change is inedible
but what if I don’t want it to be?
Stillness is my form of wishing.
It grows within me,
consumes me,
like leaves on a tree
when the autumn breeze arrive
making me, shaping me,
until I am no longer the same.
Why is it consuming me?
Change is a beautiful thing ! To change is to create and I love that
