19/05/2020

It is Chaos, And I am consistenly being swayed. There is nothing to hold onto, Not even my self.

I used to thrive in change, But I, now, wish to find something I am certain of.

I now understand, Why people seek stability, Why they don't want to move, Why they don't want to doubt.

It is lonely to be fluid. It is lonely not to expect, People to be consistent, People to be there, as they were.

I am so alone. I am not even sure, If I'll be there for me.

Still, I am trapped. The World changes, Faster than I do. I keep getting swayed, And Time is my master.