My face was never this heavy,

My questions were never this simple,

My dreams were never so vivid,

change wasn’t a conflict

But rather a comfort,

My travel was arduous,

Like it had always been, paper crumpled

Flying into the bin,

My waiting has been drifting-

Fire! Fire! Water!

My face is receding- faceless,

My questions simple yet unanswered,

My dreams are just dreams,

Change is conflict now,

Conflict that flinches away comfort!

And my travel?

My travel is on waiting! It is waiting!