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my living quarters are a direct reflection of my own inner thoughts; mirror oh mirror; it pushes me into the awareness of what goes on inside and deal with it in a positive fashion; I cannot burn my candle from the two ends for each is a mirror of the other call them ends logic and intuition; it makes me completely inadequate to compete into anything for I shall never be a 'rocket' burning through the front and the back really two exhaust systems; one social in front the other intuitive back there; so you have here the playground to my house; it reflects what I leave there for I keep on shedding bits and pieces, lightening the self refreshing the envelope; wrinkles of time flow within and around; as long as they flow, I see them but only to walk through the cracks freely around them for they are my friends; they show me my inner spaces.