About Me

Exposed

Feeling vulnerable,

in my world

of organization and order.

Tread carefully

on my fragile heart.

Embraced in a web,

woven

with threads of trust,

faith, and balance.

Strands are weakened

and thin.

The weary

spider rests.

Perspective:
I exist in a daydream, not in this world we call reality. Who am I, anyway? I am a sheep in weird clothing...or perhaps a weird in sheep clothing.
If only I were a butterfly...


"Life would be too simple--and far less interesting--if we all had fully functional brains."
--Me (I said that...)