...how did i get here? this contrast between the elegant and the gritty, a metaphor giving image to the struggle inside my heart... torn between what's expected of me and what i truly identify with...a place forgotten and lonesome, to which i always seem to return. years pass and still i try to maintain my sense of self...where do i belong? silk against decaying brick...i prefer the feel of cracked and peeling paint beneath my fingertips. this life i live...i am out of context.