The Envelope of My Existence

Tracing the envelope of my existence i take a walk around the seams checking for chinks in my fine armor checking for holes along the way trembling at the prospects of repair feeling my own deep dispair knowing that what it may seem the way is always a little more feeling now the far distant resistence that dwells deep withing my heart i find change is painfull and discourageing but, i know it is my integral part of growing and learning and stretching please forgive me, the envelope, trembling i take a peek inside dividing the good from the bad categorizing and depleteing the mess organinzing and replete with the goodness i lick the sticky stuff to seal it all inside remembering that with a little steam i can open the seam and check it all out again and again til i have the envelope of my existence filled to the bream of my best sentence.