Murder

I feel like I am just discovering who I really am. All those deja vu moments of pristine clarity are slowly culminating into a tangible reality. Is this the end of the dream? Or has it even begun? I find myself trapped in the past - clinging on to things that define(d) me. Whose memories are these? I am caught up in a melancholy transition of my life perception. The paradigm is changing; my future holds innumerable possibilities. Do I take the leap?

Murder the ego. Death to the self. Live in true expression.