changes upon changes
So many conversations. Some dangling, some (for now) at peace. So much and so little to say. Openings and closures. I wish I had more time, although chances are I don't really want it, or I wouldn't know what to do with it... I wish my brother knew how to express that he'll miss me in a way other than taking potshots at me...
"The years they keep on passing by
They roll on evenly
And I am older than I once was
And I'm younger than I'll be
That's not unusual
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes
We are more or less the same"
- Paul Simon, The Boxer
"The years they keep on passing by
They roll on evenly
And I am older than I once was
And I'm younger than I'll be
That's not unusual
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes
We are more or less the same"
- Paul Simon, The Boxer