Living on the edge. Dreaming in colors. Hiding between the lines. We get muffled up and flipped around and turned upside down so many times, it’s hard to find right. Like a spinning machine that leaves us in a state of disorientation, life tumbles us ass over head in a repetitive wash and rinse cycle. We come out frazzled and crumpled as we stumble around trying to regain our balance and perspective. My hair is dirty but my face is clean. I like to stay in jammies for entire days at a time but I always brush my teeth. Leave me in my solitude so I can manifest the courage…