The Changing World

This sound, this resonating sound deep inside my body, spirit, and mind. So profound and yet it can't be touched or scene. Tears that have left my eyes stream down the already pale face gifted to me from so many light less days of weeping sorrow. In strange essence every inch of my body feels an emptiness; as if there is something missing from me. Time has passed so much without me that even as I sit here, still, waiting patiently nothing will stop, change is so inevitable that it honestly scares me, worries me. How much longer does anyone have, like me, I wonder this question often now, its not that I don't know I can get and go with change. However; does change have to happen, should it always occur, some part of me feels thats unfair. I don't always desire change, for some things change is needed and desired but.. somethings should be left alone in my opinion. Why must anyone change anything? Every time I drive past a place I use to walk next to; the place with green filled trees, animals played all day and night. My smile can no longer even appear upon my face as I go passed those places now. Its sad to think about it actually, imagine all the young children that have just been born, they will never know what that place used to look like and in a way it saddens me. This place that my home, my wonderland has been in for so long has had all of its surroundings changed, this home I believe in this place I desire to cherish forever, its all gone. There is no longer an open field of spectacular wonder next door to my house, I remember often watching the field right before the beginning of the sun setting on the horizon. That brief golden moments that shined brightly through the trees always had the same effect upon me; emotionally. The way the light looked made me think of all the history that I have had over there with friends and family. To think that someday that place will no longer exist scares me, it makes my heart clench with death. It is this pain that shatters my mind and develops the constant desire for time to cease. To suddenly stop, never move again, to stay in one particular place forever. Just to wander the world in a non-moving atmosphere is my dream and hope. The actual idea of just being able to sit down in the middle of that field as the light shines through is only but a fantasy that I can never truly realize, no matter how many times I may try as time passes. To be able to do so during a stilled time, no words could ever describe that feeling that can overwhelm the body instantly, washing over the humans mind and soul.