thinking, dreaming

Sometimes, life forces you to change in order to survive what has been thrown at you. Sometimes, those changes in themselves can become dangerous.

I wonder if the changes I've endured in the past two years have made me a better person or no.

Was a time when I smiled freely, and loved to talk with anyone who would listen. I find conversations die in my mind before they even begin, now. My smile is rare, but perhaps more genuine for it.



I feel myself drawing to a time of change once again. What will become of me now?

(no subject)

And what makes you smile?