Hate the effect being worried & nervous has on my manner of thought & expression, all angles & points, not particularly reflective of my feelings, sorry to be so prickly, hedgehog in the fog.

All clad in summer's green & yellow, pining for my lady love.

Coniferous, needly. A kid'll eat ivy too.

Will soon slip on my jacket of gray, commune with the machines.

Little cut on my finger has opened up, just bled all over my keyboard.