Goodbye

This time around I am wholly convinced that time changes just about everything and anything. Funny though because I must've been so much in my own head that I once felt so much certainties in life. How time changes so many things, I am altered, so is everyone

Indian man used to tell me that I made him who he was today. That he wouldn't fight so hard for his beliefs and perspectives in life if not for me. That I was the person behind his fearlessness. Along the way, all is altered.

Do I like this product that I was behind of? Do I now like my creation? Do I like the man that he is? I guess the question is, do I even have a choice? I wonder just how many peoples' personalities have been altered because of me. Some, the more I speak and hold, the more they fade away. I start to not see eye to eye with their new traits but then again... I was the very master of creation behind their modified personality. I was the culprit.

Time and it's doings. Time... And my capabilities of changing the people around me unknowingly. At this point now, I feel quite like a child being abandon. It's pretty damn scary. There's things I've been discovering about me that now truly frightens me. It's the things I can do, the people I have changed that scares me.

I don't recognize them all any more.

What truly am I?