There is no such thing as constant.

People may be the same, but there is always change.

In appearance.

In personality.

In age.

And importantly, in life.

People grow and die.

People leave and come.

Everything is always changing.

A few measly seconds in the abyss taught me that.

My purpose and existence is not constant.

It wavers every time I encounter others.

I question it as they evaluate me.

My being in this world.

Am I Jack?

Or am I Oz?

Who am I supposed to be?

What am I supposed to do?

If only, things were constant again.

Here's another drabble!

Hoorays!