My denim leg is perpendicular to my knee, I continue a light shaking of my foot. Its constant rhythm seems to match me internally. The couch is dull and used, with a history of insanity and progress. It never has intimidated me. I now sink hard into the cushionβs depths. His opposing presence tranquilizes the tangents and tragedies. My mouth releases words that first entered the gates of my conscious with astonishing ease. I am a balance, itβs all about the balance.