"The only constant thing is the ever changing heart of men," I heard it and buried it for years. I unearth words of change again. I wash my face with these words to remind my eyes that no strength can hold the time, no power can freeze a state, and no world can remain the same. My body will wither, my family will leave, my friends will settle, and my surrounding will forever change. There is no constant other than my heart. I shall train my heart to morph with the time. So that the time will waver so tenderly to create a space for me.