.a conversation.

The further I drift away the more I find in it

or maybe the colors are simply changing.

Because what was - simply was

and what is - is.

The reality of then can never be relived because it is no longer my reality

but the way it affects and filters through me is

constantly changing - impacting.

Maybe I am still confused.

Maybe it ungrounded me more that I allowed myself to see.

Maybe this is just the process of growth

Maybe the journey is only just

beginning.

How do I want to change?
How will I regenerate myself?
How do I seek balance?

The never ending conversation.

The conversation of all conversations.