Our lives are subject to unseen currents, eroding, washing clean and carrying away tell-tale traces of our former selves. In my head its all rushing water, cold and surging. Ruthless and relentless in its power to erase. Yet somehow I thought I'd never change. Against the crashing tides of time. I thought I'd stay the same. Friendships and convictions, old hopes and dated dreams, all swept away by the pull of the ceaseless stream (I'm washing away.) This life like river passes through and around and I'm trying to grab a hold of something permanent. Reaching through the ebb and flow for a common thread to string these years together, to trace back to myself again. Please tell me you remember (forget me not) because I'm not who I used to be. I'm just a shadow, pale and fading. Please tell me you remember because its all receding into the background so famn fast.