Metamorphosis
More writing. Seems like I just can't stop :P
Everything is constantly changing; whether it be a long period of time or a short, instantaneous moment. I am deceived by my own judgments and interests in this period of time.
My mind itself is gradually empty of all insight from these changes. Not one opinion that I felt strongly about is weakened or deteriorated from these findings. Am I really who I thought I was many months ago? Or was I someone different this whole time?
Slowly my poisoned sight kills and warps these findings. Like the ink that touches water, it gradually sinks in. It is only a matter of time until I am made a completely new person.