Differences

things are different now. there's more than just me to consider now (not that that's stopped me in the past, it's just more obvious lately) and at the same time, things seem less important. i can sense that this is dangerous thinking. fall is trickling away, and winter is coming. frozen patterns, familiar and weird are coming back. but there's something different.
i mean, one parts obvious what is different. it's definitely eating up more of my time, but that's not what i'm thinking of. that's not what's new.
there's one more dot in the pattern, one more leaf on the tree. why is it there? what does it mean? how am i able to really tell if it's there or not?
times are going too fast, and crawling again.
she's so different. this is so different. but am i different? i'm not unhappy, which is a streak i'd like to see continue, but that also...is.. different. thought lines are taking diagonals when they used to go right, and doing so more often.