For so long, I’ve always felt like a product of my circumstances.
I felt like who I was, was a mixture of how I felt and who I’ve hurt. And the guilt and regret made up my existence. A mixture that’s been stirred and baked to a point of no return.
But tonight I feel different. Tonight I feel stable.
Tonight I feel as though a mixture creates nothing but physical change, despite the chemicals changing within my mind; my heart; within me.
And yet.. this morning, that hope lingers, unstable, ready to decompose like an avalanche. And i’m not so certain of what was i was sure of yesterday. Although, I am still aware of what use to be and parts of me can still feel it.
So I move quietly and slowly, careful not to set off the slope of disaster.
Perhaps we are emotional victims of chemical change, doom to no return with each change remaining.
Or worse,
perhaps we’re doomed to an unending cycle of constant movement.
An unending cycle of change.
