I woke up and the world changed today. Completely different than it was yesterday. I thought that I knew who I was, who I'd always been, yet those things which defined me were nowhere to be seen.
Things I thought of just the day before, which seemed like good ideas at the time, startled me this morning with their mocking laughter, and were good ideas no longer. It wasn't that I'd missed anything, just they ceased being tenable now that the world was a different place.
When I went to bed last night I was certain that I would awake the same. But the world I knew dissolved and melted leaving me somewhere new. New and unfamiliar can be frightening when all the rules have changed, change takes time and time waits not so now I don't know what to do.
The things I wanted, things I desired all lost their color and luster. I try to burn bright, bright with light but illuminate cannot muster - the song on my lips just the other day, flat and tuneless sound; the spring in my step - sidestepped, around and around and around.
If I'm the same and everything's changed should I compensate to bear? If no one else can see that I'm still me am I sure that I'm the one who's aware? What a scary place it would be if who awoke was a changed me and everything else remained the same.