Smile’s OK

Vapour trails this morn­ing, and a gor­geous chill in the air. You all seemed to get the wrong end of the stick — but that’s fine, that’s OK; I appre­ci­ate the thought, really I do. I’ll clear this mess of tendril wires; I’ve always man­aged to do so before, even if only tem­por­ar­ily. Smil­ing through it, that’s what we need; it’s just that some­times I can’t help won­der­ing whether what I gain in sup­posed equi­lib­rium is worth what I lose in smooth­ing off my nat­ural edges. My nat­ural edges — jagged and sharp — are who I am, aren’t they? It’s not a ques­tion of whether you can cope with them; it only becomes an issue if I can’t cope with them. For­tu­nately, some people under­stand. Ques­tions, ques­tions, as always.

What does your soul look like?