It’s quite surprising how people change
How people grow
How people learn
How people find who they really are
People change in the speed of a jetplane
You wake up in the byproduct
but never get to see the process
A ballerina that was once wimp
Walks into the coffee shop one busy afternoon
Those who never even looked at her
Would die to befriend the brand new her
People change without them noticing
People change when they find the purpose of living
People change without a warning
People would bloom
but others would rather wither
Some would choose to be the fruit
While others would rather live as the root
People change in years
In months
and even in days
People come
People go
And before you know it
You, yourself have already changed.
*winonymous
