Cloudy.

Cloudy. Cloudy. Cloudy. Cloudy. God damned Cloudy. I can't see past myself. I can't see anything. I'm choking on this damn smog. I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS SMOG. WHERE THE HECK DID THIS CLOUD COME FROM.

Change

Change is unavoidable. Evolution is undeniable. Things are bound for that course one way or another. Change. Happens. Good or bad I can't seem to tell for the moment. However I'm not shocked, and maybe that worries me. Foreboded and foreseen perhaps is the reason to that. Predicted? Maybe. It rips not violently into the soul but slowly, like the vice grips slowly tightening on the heart. You feel the effects but its still bearable and tolerable. Even so. Question arises. If i had known this were to happen, did i do anything to stop it from happening. The answer to that doesn't bring me any comfort. The fact that i knew its arrival, yet denied it, even now. Even now i can feel the denial of it, no, its not denial, its ignorance. Why am i like this i wonder, why?