As a person, yes, I have changed. For one, the great magnetic pull that I used to feel towards everything and nothing at the same time, has disappeared. I was once Homer, my naked ears being tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, and now, Now the thoughts don’t form words. Perhaps, because there are no thoughts.  I have wanted to matter, for a really long time and now, perhaps, I do matter, only, it doesn’t really matter to me. Like a tambourine, sniffing the whiffs of the voodoo frills, wearing engulfing smiles that are drowning every gaze that an ensnared eye would throw on them. Whether they’re themselves anymore, I do not know. If those are Dave Mathews’ dreaming trees, the ones that I can see, the ones that a tiny part of me wants to be, I wouldn’t know. They seem to be swaying, dancing to melodious rhythms of what deafening sounds, but they don’t seem to care. Yes, I want to be them. Swaying tall, swaying tall to the beat of indifference. Perhaps, I am already one of them. Haze, ah! The one thing that has been a constant in my life.