Times change.
People change
One
Wave
At
A
Time.
Some waves are huge and tower over buildings,
Some are small and gently crash against the sandy shore.
Some just stop completely,
Others beg for more.
Waves.
These changes come in gentle, soft, tickling waves.
These waves crash against my feet,
Others over my head,
Soaking me,
Drenching me,
Washing me clean.
Change sweeps me off my feet,
Carrying me into the abyss of shining light.
Waves.
Gentle waves.
