it seems as if, with each step a change happens and what used to be, may look different when I look back.

like the grains of sand moved by the power of the ocean.

the currents swirl all fragments; of nature, of life, of me, and create new patterns within a mere second.

sometimes irritating and unclear, sometimes even and orderly and it is in my very own mindset to accept them for what they are; fragments that are constantly changing.