It's a strange sensation, teetering between the two extremes. One is the inclination to reach out, to shine, while the other urges the quiet safety of hiding.

Happiness skitters around, erratic and fleeting, yet sorrow slips in, unbidden, and envelopes me in an invisible shroud.

Today i didn't awake full of power and ready to face the day. I wished the night had gone longer, the sun had not risen, the fences were higher to hide me.

Tired. Lonely. Overworked!

Sometimes i get tired of giving, and i just want to take. Or do i already take too much? And taking feels selfish. Yet i like to give. What is my problem???

Waiting, reaching, recoiling, turning, hoping, striving. Courage! Faith. Love. Endurance. Get thee hence, serpent.

Something's wrong. My greatest desire is to slide off into some safe, dark, quiet place and be hidden.

Yeah. Well, i seem to be vital to everyone's existence, but i am otherwise invisible. Or is it disposable?

Such wondrous beauty, as though from a dream! But alas, time moves on.

Tired of running, but life will steamroll me if i stop...

Kept prisoner from restful slumber, i am mercilessly pushed onward through marsh and up rocky slopes. I am weary!

Shut off the outside, hold back the light. Bring in the darkness, for day feels like night. Sorrow so heavy burns in the sun. Keep it in secret, suffer alone.

Shut off the outside, hold back the light. Bring in the darkness, for day feels like night. Sorrow so heavy burns in the sun. Keep it in secret, suffer alone.

The morning dawns cold and rainy. The grey sky mutes the colours of the foerest, the gentle rain blanketing it with a quiet hush. It is peaceful.

Tiptoe through the forest with a silent step and a sharp sword.

The tender-hearted bear the most wounds. Must we become tough and hardened to endure this cruel world? Is tenderness not to be prized?

I have learned never to cry out to most people. They each carry their own reasons, some like heavy packs and others like swords.

The sun has been bright and warm, and the breeze sweet. It blows roughly at times, but i don't mind.

The storm rages! If only it were rain and wind, i could withstand. But this storm of weariness and chaos and discouragement is too wild!

Pay attention to me! Love me! Need me! Lift me!

I just can't do enough! It's too much and i can't keep up! I'm always falling behind, i'm failing!

I am weary! I would that the serpent would cease and let me heal!

Flee from me, demons! You shade me from the healing light, with blankets of sorrow and failure. I am weary. But the light will triumph!

My eyes are blue-green-grey, like the sea, and just as deep.

I am a part of the structure, like a wall: strong, vital, diligent, reliable! Used, leaned on, and completely unnoticed and unappreciated.

I've been striving and praying for the strength to be my own sunshine and not rely on others to build me up. They don't, and i am crushed. It's stupid.

Nowhere to go for sunshine, no one to seek for shelter. I am yet invisible, except when people are unhappy with me.

The world rushes on, oblivious to my presence. The best i can do is try to remain invisible!

Last night i dreamt i was alone far out in the ocean. The giant waves were pulling me, lifting me to the crest, then pushing me along. I had no boat or device.

I wish i had a friend like me.

I hate it when i desperately need to get out, but don't feel like i belong anywhere else. It's lonely.

So deafeningly silent! Why didn't you notice?

Silence is the loudest cry for help, but no one hears it.

Everything is fine. I've been rolling with the punches and moving along. So why do i want to hide someplace quiet and calm?