At times I look in the mirror and wonder about how much I've changed over the course of time and there are pictures such as this which remind me that change is good but not always needed in order to progress.

I so often talk about letting go and exploring the "unknown", whatever that might be (see what I did here) and then there are times when I find myself resigned to the fact, that I need to hold onto the known.

Time is moving so quickly and I find myself between the street and the alley; things are set to be little bit different. The idea of aging also brings on the realization that maturity is around the corner, the problem is I'm unsure as to which corner I'll find find maturity laying before me, asking me for a hand of friendship.

Here I stand, mirror less, no reflection, no knowledge of appearance...

"Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt lost and blinded fool Oh no, I've said too much I set it up

Consider this The hint of the century Consider this The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around Now I've said too much

That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it"

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.