Change

100 words

Wood eventually dries, crumbles, splits, and releases the nail.

Sellotape, exhausted, curls up and falls off the paper.

Silt shifts and rocks roll down river.

Night gloom is slashed by the dawn and flees.

Rain dries.

Midnight hungry babies will eventually be teenagers that won’t get out of bed.

Skin will sag.

People will leave.

People will arrive.

Blossom will erupt in spring.

Problems will be solved or, after long enough, they will cease to matter.

You will find a way to carry your grief.

Your scarred heart will harden.

Snowflakes will melt on your coat and vanish like wishes.

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