Change.
It’s constant. So ever-present that after a while… you stop noticing it.
And then it hits you, like an arrow to the lungs. And you fall, and hit your head, and wake up two months later to find that nothing’s the same.
There are strangers in your house. Doing your job, creeping your sister, and getting in the way.
And it drives you insane. Where did this come from? How did I get here? There are no answers. Just a massive blank where the answers used to be.
And finally you snap. Your anger at the change gushes out, and hurts those closest to you. And nothing is the same after that. And the truth of what you’ve done hits you like an arrow to the lungs.
And the cycle repeats.
Change is constant. Nothing is ever the same, and trying to keep it that way will eventually prove fatal.
This blankness…. This blankness is like anything, both blessing and curse. I met a man today, and spent most of the day talking to him. And… He said something that opened up the darkness I’d been holding in my heart for too long, allowing it to see light.
“You've got a clean slate. Don't try to redraw the pictures that were there before. Use it to start a new masterpiece.” -Firithain II, of Rohan
So, I will start anew. What once was a portrait of blood and shame, I will…. Make…happier. I guess.
Shite, this is sappy garbage. Remember to burn this page in the morning.
