How Rivers Begin To Freeze: Winter

Here I am again, as usual, always reminiscing on the days back then. I’m always left behind as the world keeps on turning, changing day by day. I feel sad. I always do. But this time, it’s not like how it used to be. I can’t cry anymore, cry because I want to. I used to cry whenever things go wrong. Well, I still cry, but not for the reason that I have to but because that’s how it used to be. I’m sad yet I’m not. I’m used to sadness, I think. Melancholy’s dried up, or maybe frozen. My emotion’s petrified. I show what I feel in a sense that I’m just acting it out. Overdramatic, that’s the right word. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I pretend that everything’s the same to run away from changing. But I can’t hide the truth that everything has changed. They really do.