I wonder if it’s possible to change so much that you awake one day, or evening, sometime, as an entirely different person.
Sometimes I remember it and there’s a quick ball in my stomach that bounces up to the back of my throat. That was really horrible, and not as long ago as I’d like to imagine, I think.
And suddenly I feel inconsolable, and stop myself from picking up the phone.
I like to wake up early, when the world is still black or gray, and see the sky turn colours, and hear the sound of the world awakening.
In the country it’s birds, the city, cars.