Change .

Lucrurile se schimba, lumea se schimba, natura dispare. Fluturi. Nu mai sunt fluturi. Plete aurii se intrezareau printre varfurile de iarba; sa fi avut un metru. Nu era pamantul nimanui, deci de ce sa fi avut cineva grija sa o taie? Si din cand in cand se miscau si niste manute mici urmareau aripi colorate….

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I need a moment of silence I don’t like change but I’ll try it I don’t want to hear what I should or I shouldn’t do   I don’t like it when I drift from the safe zone But lately I been thinkin’ I might have to Lettin’ go of things that I’m attached to…