I'm on an adventure, this is sure. Yet everyday, I remain unsure of where the currents of the river of this adventure might take me. I can only hope to be with the moments as they approach and with fluidity move through me in the osmosis of the afterbirth of whichever new direction has been brought with the winds of time. Some days I'm sure I am looking for myself only to loose myself on purpose, but I'd rather be anything other than a person who knows no familiarity when they see parts of themselves within a mirror. And so, I think, I see, I feal, I hear, I be.