The Drift

As I traveled down the memory lane

I realised something which was shocking and terrifying

I was like reading different stories

Stories involving different characters 

Stories depicting different places

Stories featuring different circumstances

Different ending. 

Sometimes happy

Sometimes sad

Sometimes incomplete

The only things constant in the story

Was me

The pain after every story

The smile after every moment

The sense of loneliness

The feeling of loss

Nothing was a permanent part of me

They just came

Played their part

And then moved on

It is nice to have changes

But only changes can be threatening

I always wonder how my life would be

If  it was a novel

With constant characters

And different emotions

Maybe then I would get a hold

And stop the drift