From my hands dangle six strings; each of these strings holds something vital to a complex system that is yours alone. From the first string dangles a land of mystery, the only place where I can truly go and be in peace, discomfort, anxiety, and happiness all at the same time. Where things run back and forth as if they were cars on the highway that didn’t know where they were going. From the second string dangles something of an engine; it keeps me moving and active. Red like a rose it stands trapped inside a cage that it must not move from. My life line I call it, as it thuds all day and all night.

From the third string hangs a blanket. This is no ordinary blanket. This blanket follows you where ever you go. Everyone has a different color blanket: some white, some black, some brown, and some orange. No matter the color, it’s yours and you must be proud of it. With this blanket comes a patch with your closest beings, a family some call it. From the fourth string dangles two empty chambers. In these chambers are the only ‘nothing’ you will ever need. An empty space full of elements that are essential to life. These chambers give and take but are never empty. Unless, of course, you have spent your days and they work no longer.

From the fifth strings hangs a structure. This delicate structure consists of over 200 components. All work in harmony, for if one was lost or broken, the system could crumble. This is the integrity of your well being; it gives you shape and size. On the sixth and final string dangles a complex system comprised of the previous five strings. The system holds the chambers, engine, the mysterious land, and on the outside lays your blanket. The system is yours and yours alone. Take care of it, because you only get one.