Every morning, like clockwork, the curtains of my eyes suddenly lift to give way to the light. Sometimes, it’s too much to bear. Always the same, always there. I find myself being whirled into life’s perpetual turmoil and can’t seem to find an escape. Is freedom something you find? Or is it a reality that you consciously create?

This world is such a nightmare. But every time I wake up, I wish I could keep dreaming. Why do I suffer? Can’t I just…live? I drag myself to the mirror and meet my reflection. Never the same, always there. Breaking the glass seems impossible and ridiculous, yet it’s only a matter of time until it shatters to pieces.

It’s time to go, I’ve got to keep moving and keep up with the speed of this spinning sphere. I must stay on top of the waves, letting the currents of the ocean drag me, otherwise, I’ll drown.

Standing still is the only way to let my shadow be free.

Is it?

How did I end up back here? Somehow 200 moons have passed, and I haven’t moved an inch. In my desperate search for clarity, I have lost myself. It seems as if diving deeper into the rabbit hole is my only way out. In my journey to find myself, I must escape.

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