things change. they always do. and i guess some futures, planned or otherwise, never get to meant to be, never get to be fulfilled, realized, or otherwise brought into existance, such things are sad, weeping, tears brought forth, and i wonder, to capture the past, to capture the future, the wheels the cogs the gears that need to turn, the butterfly that needs to flap its tiny little insect wings, the extra five minutes of sleep i could be getting, exactly one word typed too many on this screen, and suddenly, dreams and hopes come crashing down around me, when in fact nothing comes crashing down at all, and houses of cards disappear into the night, replaced by brick and stone, and i still wonder, is it fair, is it just, was it meant to be, was it not?