Changes

It's interesting; the things that change. The seasons change from warm to hot. From cool to Cold. Then back again. The colours of the sky change. The flavour of the things that we eat. Our tastes in clothing. Our taste in music. Our taste in friends. Speaking of friends, it isn't difficult to see who the real ones are. All that one need do is simply become in possession of something that someone else wants. Be it something tangible, like a new car. Or something more important. Something less tangible, like love.

There are those who will stop at nothing once you have love when they are lacking it. They would rather you suffer right along with them than take any amount of joy in your happiness. Not only do they not have the love of others, but they lack the love of themselves. Because of this lack of self appreciation, they create a self-fulfilling prophecy of loathing and self-destruction.These people aren't always the easiest to spot. Other times they are. But don't be fooled dear readers. They're out there; hissing in the shadows with their poisonous prose and sharpened tongues lying in wait to brainwash those around them to drag them down with them. I know one of these people. And, because I wish to reserve a certain level of political socio-economics, they will remained unnamed.

You know who you are if you are reading this and have doubts. It is you. One day you will see the decay that follows you and how, in your own way, you have beget it. Perchance you'll look back and damn yourself inside for the people you've burned. For the damage you've done, and for the childish and immature propaganda which you attempted to spread. Just remember this one thing:


Some flowers only bloom once.