It is amazing how things change as time goes by. By the time you wake up from your dream, abruptly, it has become unrecognisable. Slow, gradual, insidious, drastic change. Un-noticeable until too late.

Words dry up. New ones spring up in their place.

Possible to slow time but impossible to turn it back.

Am I thinking too much as usual?

And placing too little faith into the hearts of people exactly like what I was taught to do?

Perhaps I had changed instead.