Am I changing? Sometimes, quite a lot, I feel as though I have. Changed. As though the girl I am is wiser than the girl I was. Like now, unlike yesterday, I can conquer anything. The future, my past, the demons under my bed. And other times, like today, I just feel… Normal. Time has stilled, quieted to a lonely line, and my entire universe has been harmonized to this moment. A perfect lull. Here, under the covers, listening to Troye Sivan, reading an old book, feeling quiet. Normal. Like nothing has ever happened, will never happen, isn’t happening. Ordinary perfection.