Nothing Changes
The beginning of a story is
always slow.
But soon enough everything becomes routine and
you forget
how that lull felt.
You forget how it felt to be innocent
and unaltered by
the world.
It is time for a change.
The leaves are going from green to
yellow and
orange and
red and finally to
brown.
Maybe it is time for me to do the same.
Maybe it is time to shed my colors and
return reborn.
At first is all seems the same.
As you are pulling in,
it looks like you could be back in your hometown.
But as soon as you take your first step into that
strange, strange world,
you know.
You know that you are not home any longer.
You are immersed into a new planet,
surrounded on all sides by
strange and
unfamiliar things.
And you feel so small because
you are looking at things you have never seen before,
and everywhere you turn,
there is not
a single
familiar
sight.
But then you catch the eye of
a single smiling stranger,
after having waded through a
jungle
of grimacing faces.
So you turn,
and after a long series of events,
you find your home in them.
But God is cruel.
He knows that we fall for the angel faces,
so he puts them on the people that will
hurt us,
just because he is still angry that his
favorite angel fell.
And then you are left there.
You are standing in the same place that you
started out.
And nothing has really change:
You are still sad and
hurt and
angry.
Your angel is
gone and
never coming back.
And the last image that
ever goes through your mind is
the one of her,
hair wild and
eyes bright and
red lipstick smeared,
leaving without saying
goodbye.