This post is perhaps in response to a friend's blog entry on Change.
Part One:
It is never easy, growing away from those you once hold so dear. Try as one might to pull everything back together, hoping that things will be just the way they were, a little voice tells you, mockingly, that nothing will ever be the same again....
It is never easy, seeing conflicts of interests arising within your group of friends, breaking them up, drifting everyone apart, threatening to divide all....
It is never easy, to be in the middle, torn between friends, speechless; at a loss....
It is never easy, to watch a person change, from close friend to mere aquaintance, as the days go by....
It is never easy, keeping mum, shrugging it off, thinking, "It is just a (bloody) phase!!!" [oh how wrong I was about this one]
It is never easy, when one decides NOT to take any side(s); standing proud, alone, as a dark storm brewed...
It is ALSO never easy, watching, with growing realization (and increasing abhorrence), that one CHANGED as time flies too....
