The tears haven't fallen yet.
But they're on their way.
Bluring my vision.
Falling from my eye in a lazy way and resting against my lower eyelid.

She doesn't know why.
Or what.
or how.

Why I'm not there..
What's going on..
How I feel;
How messed up I am.

Change.
Supposedly, I have done just that.

But I dont' feel a bit different.