Folding My Sleeve.

Lest my heart be exposed.

This Need.

To be alone with my thoughts.
Answerable to no one but myself.

"See The Pretty Girl In That Mirror There?"

That'll be me... yes... after the scary dancing, I realized that it was not as scary as I have always thought it to be. I am loved by a pretty, wonderful, uh, girl. Me.:)

This Affliction.

To cut off my roots when the soil refuses to anchor me anymore.