Face it, no one's not a Fool

Perhaps I have been blind, failing to notice the little threads of silver that begged me to take heed of an imminent, more intricate lie of someone who changed. For the worse, into someone I barely recognize. Maybe I was oblivious; or I chose to ignore it.

Perhaps I have been prejudiced, realizing the goodness in another only just, by biasness and wounds inflicted previously. The person changed too. But for the better.

And I wonder if they both brought about a change in myself.

Although I wished I never stepped onto unbidden ground, it screamed for attention and caught hold of me from the beginning. Now, breathless and wheeling from the impact, from the truth in your words and the beauty of it all, I'm awed and against my wishes, glad.

And as people welcome another month with senseless pranks, I suppose I should direct some changes within me if I should hope to live my life without regret nor anger. No more killing people in my head, no more laziness that's eating me.

I really should take my own advice and adhere to it.