nothing ever really changes, you realize. sure, the seasons may cycle in and out, and things may improve their appearance or go by the wayside of decay and squalor, but deep down they’re still the same.
and people never change either. you may have found a new hobby or hubby or lobby to hang with your new friends in, but deep down you’re still the same person. the same primal incarnation of a tortured soul, reaching out for something, anything to give you some kind of salvation, any kind of relief. but that’s who you’ve always been, and salvation will never come from anywhere else but you.
nobody ever changes for anybody else, no matter how much we’d love to believe it. we’re all still pining away for that one thing that will make us whole again, that will set us free from the bondage of the endless months, the countless hours, the years upon years upon years.
but nothing ever changes, and that includes you.