change

It occurs to me

that everyone  has changed

and it bothers me so much.
I feel kind of disconnected with them.
I don't know what to talk about anymore.
I don't know what to ask anymore.
Some of the changes made me feel inferior to them
and very unhappy with my current self.





But then again, 

I have changed too.

Hope is the thing with feathers

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;	5
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;	10
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson