Changing
Changing
Changing…
I feel myself changing again…
Thoughts and memories chaotically slithering through my head.
New perspectives, new hopes and new dreams.
And yet some parts of me,
Remain the same, or stray back to old shapes…
I can’t sleep, because my mind is temporarily draining me.
I can’t cry, because my mind won’t let me break down anymore.
Changing…
I feel strange again…
Simply knowing that I won’t fit in any more.
New friends, new foe’s and new habbits.
And yet some people,
Will remain in my life, and change with me…
I can’t see, because my mind doesn’t want me too.
I can’t touch, because my mind isn’t able too.
The only thing I can do now is write, and try to express myself…
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