I’m obsessed with the idea of change.
I’m obsessed with the way that life cascades
over the mountains I consider to be in my way, I am obsessed
with the idea that life goes on at a continuous rate and I am merely perceiving the difference in pace
I’m obsessed with the idea of living.
Arms wide and heart giving
continuously in a never-ending love affair with the changes that erase my expectations,
I am obsessed
Never the same, only for a time
Continuous and deadly and fully alive.
Obsession of experience and the need to survive and the failing and breaking and the try try try t r y
I’m obsessed with change.
Change is but for a time
Until the final change comes and I am
finally fully alive.