It's not Just Two Choices

Who's not afraid of change?

I’m scared. Of the people around me. 

But I’m also scared when I’m alone. These two extremes can't seem to unravel the language of my mind. And I think it’s not just two choices. I think it’s not just definite yes or no. There are invisible varieties that our bare judgments can’t see. 

The world is wavering; the universe is unstable. 

Like we're hanging on a thin thread.

 

Our feelings are a fusion of things. Like a sting of minty flavour with a hint of a sweetness of chocolate. We are not definitely male or female. No one is utterly bad or good. Perfect is not always perfect.  There are a million of uncertainties of what is there. 

Things may be real that time. But real is not always real. 

Change is the law of life. 

So don’t expect anyone to say definite words. Or believe in them. Because change is something you’ll be scared of once you love the person in front of you. Change would haunt you once you hold on to the person of your present. 

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

Change is inevitable. Insightful poem.. but instead of using the phrase "not definite"you could have used some other adjective like certain or distinct.just a suggestion.

~Sophy :)

[Helvetica]

Thank you for pointing that out :) Creating and posting these, it's all new for me.. you really help me out :) Thank you^^

-M

[Sophy Freebirds]

You are welcome.. ;)