Change does not dictate better. The altering of one's ideas or behaviour is not necessarily for the enhancement of their life. The old may excel in light of the revised. Through different eyes gleams fresh colours. And light can fade.
Walking on towards my unconventional end, envisaging a slow demise. A collapse thronged with excitement and novelty, gossip and rumours, judgement and scrutiny. But be confident, disregard the world's perception as they are governed by lust, power, and self.
Change is inevitable and constant. One day dark, another light, the next retiring from shades all together. I see nothing I require in what I fancy, and yet my resiliency falters. My sight narrows and becomes focused.
~an alteration of kind~
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