2014-06-07 - 4:40 p.m.
Here's a hell of a thing: people, they change, don't they. There was a girl I once knew, once cared for more than I knew, once even loved, and she liked Death Cab for Cutie and she liked poetry and she liked me. Didn't care for politics, laughed when I mentioned Hurricane Katrina and how bad it was. Now, I see from the internet that she makes fun of Death Cab for Cutie, still likes poetry, but now she lives politics, lives all things radical, wants nothing more than to tear down, to rebuild in some image she and some other electric revolutionaries have in their heads.
It's a hell of a thing, then, when people change. When they are not static. They are two people, though they would argue against that idea. But to me, she is. The freckled poetry lover turned into a bandana-wearer. It's only that she's grown up, of course. Into her full self.
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