Flower I am named.
Outer white, inner yellow.
Soft, weightless, and whimsical.
Ribbed to the eye, and smooth to the touch.
Expressing Self Sagacity's moods.

Recuperating from a whirlwind.




Sometimes I feel like this:


And this:


Even this:

And it is okay.

Because at the end, I see myself to be this:

Thanks for stopping by today.