Walk with me, let me take your hand and guide you to the very deepest parts of my soul, those parts hidden in shadows, in seclusion, in loneliness, the parts none have seen and none should, none shall except for you, now. Let me show you art, art in the way the wind blows the leaves in their chaotic and random patterns, a chaos that is somehow more ordered than the most structured government. Let me show you my love, trapped in a purple bottle buried deep in the earth, a bottle labeled "Do Not Open," and guess what? Try as one might, none can open it. None have. None will. Let me show you my hopes, my dreams, small, shining beacons in a vast field of darkness, the only illumination my poor life has. Let me show you frustration, the frustration of a burrowing animal, an animal trapped underground after its tunnel has collapsed, an animal that feels bitter frustration and fear until the end, seven inches from the surface. Let me show you ignorance, the ignorance of people who refuse to see their own self worth. No, let me show you nothing, for after seeing those things, naught could be the same again. No, stand back, let me walk away, let me show you my back, as I always have. Don't look too deeply. I may show you something you do not want to see.
