Strange things are in the air...
The joys, the hurts- the way we live. Is there a way to change it all; transform who we are? Everyone seems to have an idea of who everyone else is, what part they play in our lives, and how they are supposed to act.
But what if one day every thing's different.
... the mail lady suddenly delivers milk, babies care for their parents and the shower is your new class room.
Will we fight to change it back, or will we embrace the change...
I find comfort in consistency. But once in a while it tends to get repetitive and boring...
Is it even called living anymore if you go through your days mechanically; no longer thinking and considering the paths that lay in front of you because it has all become so familiar.
~happiness: the balloon of life, always be prepared for the POP~
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