Growth

The past two weeks seem like ages.
It is so devastatingly tired.
Yet you can't possibly let it slip away easily.

Because you feel like the world is changing,
the people are changing,
and most importantly - you are changing.

It's like growth.
It's uncomfortable, uncontrollable.
You need time to adjust to your new body.
You don't know how much you should be happy about it (though you are sure this is a glad thing),
and you unreasonably feel sorry and mourn about the flying past.

Everything just happened so quickly.
It's a wisp of smoke before you know it.

Is it spread out? Is it vanished?

You long for a permanent and dramatic change.
Yet it didn't happen.

It remains like growth.
Slow and almost invisible.
But given it some time, we should hope for,
it will mature to it unrecognisable, yet more accomplished form.