Snippets of an Eccentric Mind

I know of one that is pliable as molding clay that never hardens, every change you’d note you shall not look far and shall find the stream of change close by constantly. In essence she is a mere reflection of her surrounding, with so little truth of her is ever shown, she is the luckiest of them all, for her true self will never be scrutinized, and she can shed her current self for the next new change...yet i can say i've never truly known her.  I know of one who once got into wet concrete and since then it dried up, and she is still there. Time might pass, life evolves and she remain stuck in her ways. People move on and she remains surprised every time. She strongly holds onto her principles on her beliefs and grounds. She have no growth to show for other than the her own shadow that move & grows longer & shorter in a very reliant matter as a sun dial , on the slab of concrete she is surrounded by... i have since moved passed. 

There is a face that peers in, in a timely manner after the 14th, some months it seems worried and the dark circles seem hollower and other times it seems brighter than the sun itself with eyes filled with pride. Once she was here with the many now she oversees from above, she might not be a frequent visitors, but she always looms around. We get a glimpse once in a month and she leaves us with a million and one interpretations, for a visit in couple of weeks that re-questions all the assumptions we have formed. You wait eager for the 14th for more than a chance encounter, for you've planned your spot in darkest of spots, for all the light you want she will emit, yet there are those pesky condensing water particles   that call themselves clouds that come in between. The sky is covered up with what would been white cottony fluff in the daylight, but now seems to be just a grey void, that is holding what you seek & feeds the abyss that her absence has created.