What am I, but a bundle of dreams? Everything flows, and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed. Change is inevitable, and I wish it was more desirable. I know I want something more, though I don't know what it is. I know that change will help me, maybe I should accept that, flow, like a river, melting my existence with other drops, going down the mountains, until the sea finds me. Until the waves return me to the shore.