Consistent, Inconsistent Mind

- her is what they remember -

it is that moment when it just clicks.

that dried paint,

blank just like that stare that eyes it.

you've changed.

words, paint stroked figures,

and yet.

the knife drips blood.

one difference,

chain reacting with the mind's tendency of overthought,

the present is on fire.

it's stepping into blood that at last I see my dissolving nature in water.

does it make a difference when I can dissolve in both?

loosen the laces and the knot unravels,

care too much, and then too little,

the sand castle breaks down,

what a mess I made.

what makes for good change?

when can you be thought of as a good person?

if something is good, any falter sends the clock astray.

my time is running out, all the cells in the body will have been replaced,

and who will i be then?

a trend that is meant to phase out,

a theory meant to be proven wrong,

a human who is meant to change.

I have changed.

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