Change. No, not money.

Change. Do you want it? How do you get it? What do you want to change? Do you want to change anything? How do you know exactly what to change? I have so many questions, and no answers. I want to change, but how do I do it? How do you change certain aspects of your life? How do you take that one minuscule thing and tweak it and turn it so that it is better, or in a more positive light? Can it even be done? Do you just HAVE to be ok with whatever you are given, with how ever you feel, how ever you are? Do you just avoid things that make you feel or seem what you don't want? Is that change? What if you can't do that? My mind is just flowing at ten thousand miles an hour, and I can't stop. I can't even concentrate on my readings. So many questions... What is even desirable at this point? What do you even try to become if you can change? I just have to question everything. Why must I...

It's like a bullet

I'm still here, trudging along in this forest with nothing but my helmet, my rifle, and the clothes on my back. Yeah, I haven't found a way out yet. I've been in this forest for a while now. Searching, waiting for that single ray of light at the end of the sea of branches. I come walking into this clearing, and then I see her, but as I reach towards her, I'm shot. Shot through the shoulder, he's found me. Anytime I get close I'm instantly stopped dead in my tracks. Always under fire by my all consuming enemy. She turns and walks slowly towards the trees as I lay here bleeding. She couldn't do anything that I couldn't do for my wound already. It's just how these flesh wounds work. Gotta wait it out, through all the pain and suffering, no matter the strife.