I have been noticing myself changing. I have noticed changes within myself. I don't know sometimes if they're good changes... but it comforts me to know that i am changing. I'd rather change for the worse than be stagnantly good.
My heart is slowly being encased in ice. I grow cold to those around me. But in the same way that I grow cold, my heart is also feeling the cold turn to lukewarmness to warm. Such warmth that I can wonder if such love is good because I ache when I feel it.
My mind twirls, spins, is confused. My heart wants to experience freedom from the bitterness, yet exercises bitterness towards others. Confusion.
I am weak. It's going to take awhile for me to control the mind. To direct my mind. To subjugate it. To control it. To make it submissive.
That's definitely a change I can't wait to come.