The Ship Of Theseus

Oh God, I've suddenly become so disenchanted with this infant love.

I know I have a subtle problem of letting people go, so that could come in handy for you, or be harmful to me.
Nothing to live for...biggest heartbreak..all these things scatter across my mind when I think of you leaving, but it's just the dramatics in me.

10 years ago, I was 10. I had so much more Sun in me than now.
5 years ago, I was 15. I had too much lust in me.
3 years ago, I was 17. I have the same amount of adventure in me that I do today.
2 years ago, I was 18, falling in and out of belief.

Now, it's restless nights becoming restless years.

Who I was even a month ago, is not the same Dominick of today and it's really tragic because it's normal. Not just for me either, for anybody, and I can say that's a fact.

If I took off all my tattoos and replaced them with different memories, am I still the same the fuck up?

(Side note, I think that it's really crazy that I actually talk like this, when I choose to actually speak)

It's the Ship of Theseus in our lives. The everything is a-changing!

Later Days