Fading away, never to return, to the self I once – new cultivated existence. An ever-evolving construct an overwhelming challenge – make sense of me. The tendency to hide from what makes us. we fake it, maybe we learn it – to say the ‘right thing’. Is the self adaptable too? Let the self change, let it make us, ride the wave and the people won’t know, you’re just as lost as they are. Get caught up in the web, with enough thread you could weave your new self.