Changes

Isn’t it strange how things can change within the blink of an eye, in a instant –

The ripple of waves, lapping at the shore line turning into crashing waves, a sea of colour, like gods hammering there fists down, colours changing, emerging from the horizon,
The beating of the sun, down on the backs of the old and the young, turning to heavy rain, crashing down on the once paving stones like serpents tongues,
The once crowded dance floor, now deserted with emptiness as a song plays which no-one recognises or relates to,
The statues which resemble ugly gargoyles, seeming so real, reflecting the moon light could be mistaken for real beings until a second glance put the mind to rest,

People are also like this.

The normal sober best friend, who sits by you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, reassuring you that things will be fine turns into the drunken mess who seems to want to do nothing but scream obscenities at you, making you feel an inch tall,
The loved one, the only person in your life that you share everything with, the person who wants to know every little detail about your day disappears into the crowd, leaving you feeling empty and lost,
The person who says that they’ll be by your side, no matter what, where or when, the one you call when nothing seems right and you look to your side and find only your shadow

Ways in which items and people change is a mystery and we can never find a way to stop or prevent this. We have to deal with it the best we can. We have to pick up the broken pieces and try to fix them back together, the way they were. But can a vase, which slips off the mantlepiece and smashes into a thousand pieces really be put back together? Of course it can, but time will play a major effect and even when it’s been pieced together, it still has the cracks visible to the eye. Life.