Change

Things are always changing. People flood into our lives just to be drowned out later and the thoughts that remain after their parting depends entirely on your perspective. It's the memories that remain that count, not the person or material. A mere memory can hold much more meaning than anything in the world so long as it remains true, or you remain true to it. We change all through our lives, everyday we can do something completely different if we choose to do so. When we change, if we change, its memories like this that matter most after we leave. 

I remember when we sat under the stars in a small field with two of our friends, both you and I completely relaxed in the company we took. We watched the world go by without a care for its stigma. The only matter was our worlds colliding, making one out of four very different places. Like a clash of elements we collided to create our own world, a safe haven for just us. All this without one word or gesture, just the simple breath and heart beat we shared, four people living and breathing as one. The calm serenity of having the people you trust lie with you. 

I remember, coming here as a kid not much has changed since. Except the company I  keep, I once sat here with one other. She, despite being the only one I could rely on, left with no remorse. I had no choice but to sit alone and watch the world go idly by as my own ended. Many moons have past since then and now here I sit as completely different person. I don't, can't, hate her. She just needed the change that I was so reluctant to do. 

My thoughts went unheard to the world but not the people in it. As I so believed I was alone they simply disproved of it. A simple smile and a light grasp on my hand I knew I was not alone in the world we created, for I had a part to play in the grand scheme of it all. Being trapped in my own safe haven with the people I held so dear left no room for concern or remorse for those who once claimed to be the ones for me. 

The changes we face can all depend on the perspective we take on it and the memories that remain after everything falls. Either the beauty can lie in the freedom, or the pain resides in the thoughts. We have the largest impact on our own worlds and always have and will. Sure others can come and go but we remain in our own world and time, as we should.