Wednesday, February 25, 2015


Times change.

You wake up one morning. The number after your name ticks up by one.

And you realize something just isn't quite right with your little world.

The sun peeks through your windows and its light is set further ablaze by the color of your soundings.

This can not stand.

And so ... we change.

But as we do, we have to remember. ...

Some things always stay the same.