Always so deeply pained by the scars left by change. It's inevitable, but I can't deny that change is not always for the better, but it could also be for the worse. Maybe it's because the only change I've only known my whole life has resulted in this melancholy I feel deep in my heart?
I so deeply crave something constant, and it's extend in hand of familiarity, stability, comfort. I don't want change.
How selfish is it of me to say this?
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