The Changing Of The Guard

Everything feels like death. The Summer is cold. Entropy is setting in. Problems abound at the house I live in and that's a sign that my imminent move is taking shape in todays events. When something new has to happen, the old starts to fall apart in advance. By the time this force has finished you cant wait to leave the thing you cherished so deeply. Only now can I see this. There is no logic here, only an unstoppable force.