The hurt of growing sheets the body in sensuality, pulls down through the center of physiognomy a whirring realization of sexuality and frailness. It is a condition of self-cogniscence, to settle in as what you are and treat hightened reality as it simple self, for the creative mind enriches itself in such an opportunity.

With a rational thought, corral the jagged edges and fragments of richer experience, bring a balance in rhythms.