Inner Textures.™

People have different faces. Let's face it. We don't go about our daily lives being the same person every single time. Depending on how the situation or circumstances call it, we take on different skins. Sometimes, the way we act does not correlate to the way we think.

These different layers make up the character textures, of a person, as I'd like to call it. And you wonder what makes it difficult for one person to just love another? Layering adds body, and that can cloud the real skeletal truth of a person. Yet on the other hand, stripping it bare will just leave one a little souless.

I know it sounds silly, but if I like to be of a wooden texture. No, not about how dead a log can be or how stoic being wood may be. But its texture, just so amazing. Notice how distinct its grooves are and the patterns it makes. All really unique. Yet, the grains all run in the same direction. Maybe, we can take on different roles in life, just as long as at the end of the day, the roles don't compromise who we are as the person we want to be, as one.

Wow, the road this month seems a little long. Many things are happening at the same time and I need a little breathing space. As long as I don't sidetrack, I figure I will be fine. The apples dont't fall too far from the tree.
Hopefully, there is a pattern to everything, so that things get easier.

Good night sleepy world.

By the way, the picture shows The Henderson Wave. And I did, run my finger across the wooden plane. It felt...strangely very smooth.