Changes

Usually, reclusion is a gift that I'll never negate, but lately, reclusion has transformed into loneliness. I don't smile as bright as I used to, and certainly it's a cause of the massive change looming over our heads. I can't indulge in relationships that might have worked out, only because Time tells me not to. I can't engage on levels that I accustom myself to doing, and it's killing me. The luster is fading, and I don't know what to do. I'm being shadowed by fear, and all I feel is an infernal winter that puts to sleep anything that hasn't endured previous winters. Usually, change is greeted with open arms, but now it's stifling me with its bombarding lack of cordiality, and I can't resurface from what I see...