oh well,

it was nice while it la(sted)

I took a picture of this graffiti a year or so ago. I saved it my phone with other works of art. It made me laugh every time I scrolled through my ‘favorites.’

Whoever wrote this would laugh at all my jokes about dying. I just know it. I’m sure of it. I’m always certain about things I can never prove.

I deleted the photo today. Oh well. It was fun while it la(sted).

This year. This season. Some things changed for me.

I know. I know. Things are always changing. The colors of the leaves. The tides. People get bangs and regret it. Every. Single. Day.

But when my parents are aging and my baby becomes a teenager and summer turns to fall and fall freezes over into winter, I notice.

Trust is broken and friends fade away and community is created and relationships grow. People get sick. Cats die.

Impermanence brings things into sharp relief.

I can’t always be the way I was.

I can’t always stay in the same place.

Oh well. It was fun while it la(sted).

And when things stop lasting, you get to ask what’s next. And you don’t know. I don’t know. I’m waiting. I’m changing.

Not bangs though. Never bangs.