I don't know what to call this.

You're so small.

And some steps have been skipped in order to simplify you.

Changes.

They usually take minutes or hours to manifest themselves.

With you, though, they've been overdue a long, long time.

I'd like to tell you a story.

One of a rock that sat outside for endless days.

Well... it lived.

Never changed.

Lived.

But never made an effort.

And then.

It died because the water it sat in wore it down to nothing.

That's my story.

Dissect it as you wish.

It could mean nothing.

But it could be something.

Or everything.

I'm convinced it's one of the above.