wrapped in a translucent shell

To tell it straight I'm trying to filter through it

if you see me, keep going

just leave me out.

I'm here for myself 

not for you, you don't know me.

i balance on the wire between the partitions of 

my existence

stepping down or falling off.

All that is close disappears on the horizon.

one suspicious death after another..

i've never been able to detach myself from my work,

they say not to make it personal, easier said then done.

sometimes its best to be by yourself, alone with your thoughts

no one else to bother you with their up beat twitter.

unless of course its family, then you have to take all the 

twitter they've got to give you, some times its what's best

even though i'd never admit it to them.

a façade (?)

removed - a protective outer shell

a quiet place - contemplation

hates stickers...

Frankie