Things change.

 Like the leaves in Fall, never the same as they are now. 

Each night gives way to a new day, each day fades to night.

 People, like things, change.

We learn, we live, we grow, each moment, every breath, will be different than the one before.

We can look to the past, we can remember, but never go back.

 

  

What Would You Do?

Imagine this, its 2am September 8th 2011. Its been raining heavily and the weather service is calling for flooding in the area. The streets are getting bad. Buses are doing evacuations for people who don't have a way out. Then you hear it, its 3am. The National Guard comes down the street and basically says pack your shit you gotta go. Now. Bags packed and thrown into the truck you have to find some place to go and every major route out of your town is blocked off 10,000 people are evacuated in the first hours. Within 24 hours 30,000 people are evacuated to shelters. Towns are under water. You finally arrive at a shelter on the local university's event center. At first light you try to find a way out of town again only to find the flooding has gotten worse. The only way out is a two hour trek up, through and around the mountains, you take it gladly. Over the next six days you battle the worry of not having a home to return to, where you are going to sleep, food etc. No power, no water, no gas... The stoneage. You sleep in your car, you drive for miles and hours at a time to try to find a place to stay. You still don't know if you have a home to return to. THAT is the worst part, not knowing. You battle it out with ignorant asshole cops who are too busy trying to show everyone how big their dicks are to be of any help, You deal with crazy people. Your first thought when you wake up is what are we going to do now? You have it worse than some, better than others but you survive. Now, add three more people and a baby. Tell me, honestly, would you leave them behind?

Its Better This Way



Was It Ever Real?

You knew. Knew it would be hard and still you said yes. You said you wanted what you wanted and the details be damned. I dropped my walls and let you in, wanted and willed things to work. So why then, at the first sigh of a hard time, you folded like a cheap piece of cardboard and threw me away easy as yesterdays scraps? Threw around words and promises as carefree as a child with a toy. You knew. Just one question, was it ever real at all?