Please let me be...just me.

A pretty little package is something I am not.  No bows or ribbons or patterned bits of paper define who I am or what I am supposed to be. Not a box or other wrappings can contain who I am or what I believe.  What you see inside me is the movement of something always growing and evolving. For who I was when I began to write these words...is not the same as when I have written in the end.