Couple of times, we feel lost in a maze, wandering around; trying to find a place within an unfamiliar surrounding; working too hard to gain acceptance within a society of imperfect individuals who constantly yearn for perfection.

At times we fight wars/battles that leave scars that we work every day to hide within undeniable dependencies. Scars that we hope to be seen as beauty marks by the outside world. Scars that only our pillows are familiar with.