I mean it's crazy
Three years ago
I was writing about love
And normal people
And cliche stuff like that
And now
All I want to do
Is crazy
My old self wouldn't know what she was reading
Paranormal
Ghosts and demons
Fantasy and werewolves
Greek myths and serial killers
It's like something out of an alternate reality
Am I even the same person I was all those years ago?
Of course
Of course not
I don't know
Maybe?
It's so different
But it's like we're still the same
Maybe in three years
I'll be writing things I'd never expect
Or recognize
Maybe that's just
The way it is
So it goes
