So where now?

Things are changing.

But there are certain things I want to stay the same.
I need to hold on. To cling.
Like shit to a blanket. Like B.O. to a racist.
Like love to a baby.

But.

Other things are changing too.
And I am afraid, but excited.
Naturally cautious and generally wet.
This risk is slightly shit pants making.

But I don't fucking care.