Dear Friends,

My countenance may not be the best, nor my affect much to be desired.

When misunderstanding is my current predicament and the fuzzies my current companion.

In the pursuit to be heard, I was ignored.

In the pursuit to preserve, I was tossed aside.

In the pursuit to uphold what I believed to be instructions, I was deemed an outcast, an outlaw. Were my endeavours far-fetched?

I know in my journey of being perfected I have made mistakes, like a child learning to walk I have stumbled. Is this now the consequences of my actions taken?