there is no balm, for the defined word of change. Life has no rules, in this seemingly endless but suttle game. Once adaptations are morphed, new surroundings bloom and aren’t the same, as the long ago painted portrait, is now settle in a new frame. So look around, tell me.. what do you see? Quicker than you think, not what you thought it would be, as something once beautiful, is now reformed to catastrophy, With these new odd locks, your stuck with a sentimental old key. Don’t get me wrong, hang on to what you value most.. but please don’t be haunted by a decieving past ghost. These are just tips of simply complicated life notes. Now change should be smoother, from petal to coast