Basking in the morning sun feeling thoughtful. Critical bites of a newly sliced lemon meringue pie, hmm not quite enough meringue perhaps.
I don't feel confused as such, but there are many unanswered questions in my head. Yet I do not feel that I should ask them, for to do so would be like shaking up a snowglobe when all the flakes had settled. Who am I to to disturb the tranquility of the scene? Instead, I should concentrate on improving the picture. There is much potential.
On the way to work I contemplate the fragments left behind, echoes of a former self. I set a challenge to emerge as a butterfly.
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