A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.

Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.

The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.

I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.