a break in the old pattern evolves into a new one.. bringing with it habits of the old one mixing with traits of the new one.. forming an amalgation of uncertainties as time proceeds to a new chapter.. adaptation to a new routine brings about a reluctance not necessarily self-induced but brought about nonetheless by factors beyond control. the colors of the old refuse to fade and give way to the stripes of the new.. its complicated meanderings already settled down into a steady stream of consiciousness which bleeds into one another and forms an ambiguous mish mash of differing realities..

but change is always the only constant.. can anyone stop the tide?..

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