Before words, sound. Before understanding, feeling. Before growth, waiting.
This is an unfolding of existence. From a cry as the only language, a voice rises. At first, the world responds with wonder, but awareness brings the weight of expectation. What began as love transforms into pressure.
Caught in a maze, expression meets resistance. Questions are met with a haunting refrain: patience… relax… wait. Yet time moves without urgency, unconcerned with the desire to become more.
The patterns persist into the world of work. Patience is praised, but progress feels delayed.
What does it truly mean to grow?
This lyrical work explores the struggle between who we are and who we are told to be. For anyone defined by time, this is a mirror.
