"Change, and everything is change, nothing can be held on to"
February 28, 2024•64 words
You grow until your accomplishments, whatever made you reach that far, no longer feel like you. You look back and see someone else.
You look forward and fear of being estranged the same way.
A vicious cycle to get lost into.
Where do you begin? Where do you end?
If everything you are are the memories of your past self.
The clock is ticking.