everything is the same nothin actually changed there was a littel cut in my finger that no one would notice,not even me but i can feel it,just a littel cut but it hurts so much when u look at the surface everything is so perfect but when u take a another look and get a littel bit closer u know something is wrong i dunno what it is but i can't feel that potential that used to lay down deep inside my words, suddenly all those words seems so shallow so fake and not real that they don't reveal,what i really feel it doesn't touch my heart when i read it and it doesn't make me cry it's just a nother poem another life and another end