Some people used to believe that the world was born again each day with the rising of the sun... that phoenix rise from ashes, and that the stars or the palms or the tea leaves answered all our queries of the future.... They used to believe in love at first sight and to-death-do-we-part and that love can ultimately conquer everything.... That one day you can turn around and see the one you've been looking for all your life--However short it's been.
And some other people still do.
Have you risen from ashes?
Do you hide behind the masks you paint?
Have you seen him?
You know the one I'm talking about. Darn it, I'm blushing again!
Everyone's life is a continuous flow of change. From each moment to the next we are new people--we have different emotions, remember different things, and look forward to something new, even if its the same old thing, but twisted by the flow of time and the corruption of perception.
This is the chronicle of my own metamorphosis. Maybe there's something you recognize here--we're all made of the same stuff anyway. If not, um, oh well.... :)
