Anything Can Be a Beginning

I don't know for how long I've been searching this endless realm of chaos, but it has been long enough for me to forget what it was that I even began searching for. Or - am I searching for anything at all? Perhaps only myself.

Everything changes as I move. I don't know what is landscape and what is living. Sometimes there's so much beauty, all I can do is sit and stare. Other times I'm filled with angst and move fast so that everything changes faster.

Who am I and why do I exist?