Paradigm Shift.

“Endlessly caving in and turning inside out.”

Too nascent.
Too young.
Infantile.
And high strung.
Too much is different.
Too much is the same.
Too much is subject to unthinking change.

I think you're happy now.

This is the truth, she says.
I’m stupid. And I’m weak
Misplaced and incomplete.
I’m powerless and feeble.
Over you.
And I have no idea who you are.

Are you happy now?

What futility, he thinks.
What drivel.
Such a silly girl.
Such foolish notions.
Idle contemplation.
Such a fragile situation.

I hope you’re happy now.

I still have no idea who you are.