Sometimes I feel like words are all I have.

Other times I feel like my thoughts are awake and nocturnal. Unlike all else, words are eternal. Once printed they can never be erased. Once spoken they can never be taken back. Words comfort me at two in the morning and as I'm awake, I realise how utterly alone I am. I think they are nocturnal. They make me tear-up, make me feel all vulnerable, make me think twice and change the way I view the world and everything within it. And writers, they’re dangerous because they are the masters of words. I can spend hours reading. Imagination and creativity are some of the elements in literature. Writers knead and mold the brains of children; the best writers can even do this with adults. Writers have this uncanny ability to delve into the deepest depths of the heart and extract poems we didn't even know existed. They can snowball the simplest of ideas into the most intricate fiction pieces. And for that reason, it’s not the dark we should fear, but the writer’s ability to turn on the light.

Right now, I feel like "change" has come back and starting to haunt me. With my thoughts changing. With my preference changing. With all these strings lying around for me yet to fix. With all these lil things to sort out. With founding out shits that I ain't suppose to know. With my changing perception of certain people that I'm close with. They are all changing. This frightened me, for I feel like I'm pushed to the corner of the corner, with no one to confide to and with everyone's moving and changing so fast, I'm scared that I wouldn't be able to catch up. And by the time I catch up, it'd be all too late...