Stop Motion.

I was driving past an orchird the other day.
Coming down the hill all the trees look scattered and messy.
It's only until you drive directly past it that you realize there all in neat tidy rows.
Driving past each row you see snipits of earth at the other end. Almost looks like stop motion film.
I have this sick feeling in my stomach.
Almost like I am going to throw up.
I've realized that things changed and will never be the same. Memories grow old and people are forgotten.
Friendships die out and we grow cold.

I don't have much hope for today; or the next for that matter.

This is not good, I am sorry.