All day, every day. I wait for something new to change. Something blood rushing. Something heart pounding. Something waiting to surprise me. Obviously I know nothing will come. Nothing will save me from the normality of this world. No matter how hard I try, somethings will stay the same. Though, smaller, more useless, things change. Things that only I see. Those things are not seen by you, but by me. Of course I see them! I see them only because those small, useless changes are-