It will soon be twenty five of them had.

The thought that occurred to me as I ran the hair from the periphery of my nipples through my fingernails was just how people change. Choosing the next thought to speak. The events that change our lives. The events we use to change our lives. The things that are a long time coming, and still more to come. People do not stay the same. They are not always the son, and the parents are not always going to be able to label him the same. What is unceasing is change, and at times it is almost unnoticeable. Suddenly we can see deeper. This is to be hoped for. Sought after.

To carry the waking moment onward. It has a life of its own that we cannot dictate. It is up to us to realize. It is what helps us grow. Through torture, through struggle, through all matter of feeling.

Our thoughts are not random, blown apart, though they seem to be.