Shift.

It hasn't even been that long, but it feels like ages ago. Like looking into a mirror where all you see is time going in reverse in a matter of seconds. The you that you once knew is now someone else entirely. It's hard to understand who you ever were anyways, and when you don't know who you were, how can you know who you are now? How much has truly changed, and how much is simply a whittling away of the layers that have been disguising you. Admittance of truth instead of dancing around it wearing the pretty feathers which once belonged to something you could never be; a bird, with the freedom of a thousand kings and the earnest of a million paupers. There is nothing to lean on anymore. You are naked now, and this is all there is. There will never be anything more, but there will certainly be less and less. This is it. The shifting has all at once commenced, and there is no looking back. For if you do, you will only discover all the regrets and missed opportunities. Loss. Sadness. The foundation's flaws grow deeper and the cracks are beginning to show now. There is no looking back at all. The shifting has begun...