I remembered something about myself in these past few days. Disappointment seems to have been what triggered this resurfacing in my mind. With these memories I am more inclined to believe that people rarely, if ever, change. I am still who I am. I am not different despite my recent claims. I have simply become more of myself as time has gone by. I would not have realized this if it were not for the strong mercaptan in the air and the sudden onset boredom that it brought about. I feel that I should feel bad. Perhaps I have crossed some moral line, but the sadness I wanted to see seems to be nothing more than an excuse for outrage and self perseverance. I think that is all there is to it. That is the disappointment. Potential for a wonderful story snuffed out by petty proclivities. Now once again time will pass, the sunlight will fade from its dance upon the green glass seas, and something colder than winter will move in.
Can I ask you a question?
When you close your eyes, who do you cease to be?