The word itself gives me shivers.
It rings of calm, comfort, contendedness.
What is it, identity?
To know where you belong?
To know you self worth?
To know who you are?
How do you recognize identity?
We are creating an image of ourselves.
We are attempting to resemble this image…
Is that what we call identity?
between the image we have created of ourselves
and … ourselves?
Just who is that, "ourselves"?