Hi.
It's been awhile.
Things change. Have changed. Rather.
Things change.
Our souls seem to be composed more of DNA the more we age. More of Mom and daddy and less of free-will....or personal resolutions....or...
Well, things change.
Beauty is different.
People want to understand me now.
I care less if peple understand me now.
Things change. When I speak, it's with authority and humor. Even charm.
Things change. I use words. Like "yes" or "no".....and never rock in an embarassing fetal position between them like I used to.
Things change. Stay where you are. Because I indulge my carnality now. Come close and I will rip my fingers through your mane, while I shiver with molten rage.....haha O how things change, don't they, friend?
I've done many things since I cared for you.
Buried a loved one.
Been proposed to.
Made friends with whales disguised a glaciers.
Bought jeggings (things change, right?).
A clean slate's a cliche'.
My risks are often risque'.
Ah, things change Ren--- well never mind.
Maybe I'll try this again tomorrow.
