It's that time in our lives we all seem to come to...the moment when you stop and realize you have no idea who you are anymore.
You try to remember who you were and what you loved before the world interfered...when life was so much simpler and you had it all figured out.
When everything made sense and you did everything for love...it was all you'd ever need....then reality set it...responsibilities, money, work...simplicity slipped away, your innocence was raped, and your soul became minute.
You no longer know what you want or need or care about; uncertainty consumes you and monotony defines your existence.
You never realized while it was happening until it was too late. Is there any way back to who you were? Is it possible to feel that way ever again or are you too jaded?
What is happiness? How is it even measured? How will you define yourself? What will you do now?
Will you let yourself slip away forever or will you fight for yourself...who you really are deep inside?
