The past is much different than now,

even if not much has changed.

I'm still awake for the sunrise and sunset, as it'll rise and set forever.

The tree outside my window still thuds against the glass,

as it always has.

Music is constantly playing, whether it be through my head,

or the old speakers I've had for years.

Though there are no noticeable differences in life, I constantly feel change.

I used to lay awake through the night,

hoping to catch a glimpse of the morning sun,

Now, I would happily miss it.

Now, those tree branches outside my window sound like gunshots rattling against glass,

threatening to shatter it.

Now, the speaker plays music to fill the silence,

rather than to stir emotions through its songs.

Few things have actually changed,

but I have.

So in turn, hasn't everything changed?