There are moments we feel like we are breaking.

Where does time start and where does it end ?

Are these patterns so circular in motion that they almost feel impossible to break through ?

A struggle.

A desperate internal battle to be freed from our own lies.

Lies we learned.

Lies we tell ourselves.

A perception of a made up happiness instilled upon us.

A constant seeking outside ourselves.

A yearning.

A desire to break through illusions we created for ourselves.

To find honesty.

To find everything we missed inside ourselves.

To remember.

To find love.

~gg