Maya and Death Poems
crates | January 28, 2009
Sometimes I get irritated…irritated at the shifting nature of reality. Change, always change, like quicksilver…when I think I have it, it morphs, chameleon-like into something else. People I knew in my youth have grown grey, wrinkled. I expect people to act the same, but they don’t. Why do I have to constantly readjust my way [...]