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In the surface of water, we see not only the world but fragments of ourselves: Shimmering, fractured, perpetually unfinished. Each ripple reveals our transience, distorting and reframing truths we thought were fixed. Like water, the human mind reflects selectively, projecting its desires, fears, and patterns onto our ever shifting existence. Reflection is never neutral—it is an act of creation, a dialogue between what is seen and what is sought. Water, in its restless clarity, reminds us that all perception is relative, shaped by movement, light, and perspective.  A reflection of our own fluid minds.

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In its reflecting surface

we can find ideas of ourselves:
shimmering, fractured, unfinished.
The ripples reflect ourselves:

each distortion a reminder
that we are as fluid, as ephemeral,
never fixed, never whole, but always changing.

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never getting a hold of him

always in a state of change

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