Change

It's hard for me to adapt to change. Things don't usually change for me, that's why.

But that isn't a valid reason really, things have to change, whether we like it or not.

People come and go, people come and go.

People we like and people whose faces who we probably wish will never see again.

Comfort, being uncomfortable.

Seeing faces but not knowing what really lies beneath those faces and coming to know them. Come and go, come and go, come and poof.\\

Give me time because sometimes I don't let myself comprehend.

God and time, let me process. Change.

Sometimes I say,"Change is good." but honestly, I'm unsure.