Creation of Inspiration

       
          I was once told everything in life is temporary. The ditch by my house 2 years ago that flourished with life is now a dry trench. The drought is absorbing all the moisture through an invisible straw. This place has turned into nothing, but a memory that refuses to vanish. The fragments left in my mind are barely held by inconspicuous fingertips. This place is changing all the time, but is the change really worth seeing? In the end nothing EVER really stays the same.