metamorphis-this

[mystariprincess]

Change is all that is constant

It’s in the winds of August

The constant strain between                                                                                                                  You

And

I

Letters written, and signed

Put in their envelopes

Addressed to you

And then burned.

They burn with the rest of everything past.

It’s not the fault of change

It’s not different is even bad

All it is

Is perspective.

We ebb                                                                                                and without purpose

We either swim or we sink.