New.Old.

The transition, sometimes I wonder how something new becomes old or something old becomes new once again. Is it a horrible thing if you want that old thing to once again be new, or when that new thing relates nothing to what the old was at a time. The taste of slightly chilled air, italian festivals marking the end to something great, people feeling lonely all over again because cold weather tends to do that to mammals. Why is happiness not a constant, yeah a smile can leave a dimple imprint on the cheek and for that split second life is possibly happy, but how do you keep that forever, you can only wash off the replicated drawing on ones cheek at the days end. No ones world is as it seems, so in a sense everyone at some point in time is fooled by another. This is life, a twisted game that pleasures people in so many unaccountable ways. Humans are the only mammals known to kill for the pure pleasure of killing, so as strangers cross paths daily and names are exchanged, and time is spent, and interests grow, those new things become old with no knowledge of which part is the better of the two. The new unsettling part, or the old all too comfortable part. This circle burns pits of stomachs, a fetish for the new will leave a person with no experience of old things, and infatuation with what is old does exactly the same to the new. People tend to find there own solutions to the "I need the opposite" problem which commonly happens. Yes, so you let the old thing go and grab something new, then there is haunting of those memories old, yet there are memories made with that of the new all while wondering how everything could have turned out more perfectly than it did, and the vicious cycle continues ...