Making Anew

 Making new memories. Every day. Every day. Every Day.
none were the same, same, same
Like when it used to raid, and rain, and rain
I remember the pain, oh that pain, what i thought was pain
But one day it changed
 
I had to relate, to what?
to what i couldn't?
to what i was not taught?
the thought of being a familiar native, to be an expert of those unseen
but i am no pioneer
 
Bu then it changed again, before my eyes, retreating
this time, my mind. i am a turtle to this such aggressive nature of the native, though unnatural.
but it changed one last time
 
To this very second, right now. As i sit in the office, not mine.
i just looked at the walls, as i realized, i avoid the walls. I AVOID EVERYTHING.
its as though i was blind to make... to make new.
no better time to do, as i sit here. Making anew.