One life to live Caught under a rock of expectation Wings clipped by the heavy burden of duty and survival. A glimmer of hope in the sparkle of dreams, Foreboding cut short of doom and gloom by the words of a poet. Love, suddenly accessible through visions of a future not yet written. Or are…

Are we real? Or are we constructs of a society trying to rip us of our uniqueness and authenticity? * Do we love? Or do we crave and worship the idea without truly engaging in the act? * Can we feel? Or do we numb ourselves, only to react in socially acceptable ways that force…