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My heart pounded as my eyes slide over those words. WHAT!? A statement that took me completely off guard; I don’t know what to say. Its upsetting to see that almost insulting but I let it pass. My mind is still in shock eyes still wide heart still pounding to even categorize this under an insult. It was a sudden bucket of cold water thrown into a sleeping child's face. After a few minutes passed by it started to sink in. I was being called the corrupt fool that I swore never to be like in anyway possible. But yet here I am, being told that if I am always constant that they wish to have never got so involved as they did. Consistency. To be constant is to never change, we all change in everything we do everyday every moment. We learn something new, like something else, and feel differently. No one is ever constant except our Lord. How could someone compare themselves to the almighty power of God? To sway her with the pen and not the sword. Using a language of romance or romance of a language. The point was made but did not come across as intended by the user. A horrible twist of fate resulting in the utter loss and defeat of one's sprit and esteem. Anger creeps in mind when the thought that others in the same predicament have gotten away with so much more. A small ember staring to glow. Anger is fueled to aggression with the sight of laughter in such a serious time. A bright flame lighting the landscape. Rage overcomes all with the on going events that go unpunished. A roaring inferno. But then we think of ourselves, our personal beliefs that reflect who we are. We may wish to assault and express our rage let the world know of the wrong doings that are thrown at us everyday, but can we? We have to muffle the fire before everything we lover and dear to us goes up in the very flames we created. So what now? Do we just pick up the pieces and move on or try and mend it back together? It is almost too much to bare the fact of either notion. Crushed. Now we sit in silence waiting for someone to make a move for fate to intervene and decide for us what the outcome will be. Shock subsides and nerves kick in. What happens now, you decide.