State of things
I live with the expectation and inner desire that things I come to love and shape my life in a certain way, would remain the same, no matter how long would be the amount of time between each visitation.
But they change.
Perhaps a little bit at the time, sometimes unperceivable.
And not necessarily for the better.
A sort of entropy develops as time goes by.
I sense it, and a subdued despair builds up.
Then, a silent scream.
But I learn to live with them as parts of life itself.
Things that don't change, or those forming a glowy patina that it's rather an upgrade, are rare, but I am focused and ready to welcome them anytime, as one that looks for a light in darkness.
Unchanging-ness becomes a purpose...
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