Fateful Flight

Change, change, change.
Such a frightening thing.
It whirls, hurls, twirls our fragile butterfly-lives,
defining us through our reactions.
A mad dance:
That's all our life is.
A passionate struggle to come out on top,
which eventually leads, no matter how strong one may be,
to the end.
Combatting an endless sense of ecstasy wrapped in mind-numbing pain,
I'm lost deep within in my own memories,
wishing for those things which are forever unattainable;
hoping with fingers crossed, lip bitten, eyes closed.
What will it be?
Change, change, change.
That's all I can be sure of.


Gah. *hides* I'm forever embarrassed by myself.