Everything looks different when your older. Things have meaning, yet some have less. Being lonely brings me to the beaches. Skipping rocks off the waves which wash on shore and clean every trace of presence. If only I could be the sand on the shore and let the waves wash over me to cover the past. Yet, I deal with these mistakes as if they were solutions. Solutions to the next time I come to this problem. I've grown into an older person, I no longer care whether my heart aches. Lets get away from the cliche and stop writing about our hearts. Lets start writing about our minds and how we change.
