To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~ e.e.cummings, 1955

I wrestle with being me at times. I write too often, too much and too much from my heart most times. Even when I try not to! But it is me, who I am, hard to change; but perhaps I am not meant to change, and will continue to be who you see and sense... and see each day in words full of feelings and thoughtful projections and yes hopes and wishes. I use words like lovely and angel because it is from within and it is true, and for no other reason.