Winding to feel the pull of corners left then right, rising falling over the lush green bordered road. Pulling into my favorite summer stretch, the road narrows, corners tighten to slow high revving, and finally the trees tighten overhead until a glimmering green tunnel takes me in completely wandering with motion. She asks, you are not doing alright are you, i am alright just introverted the beach does that making you feel so small solemn yet integral to everything. Probing, the last time I asked you, you told me to piss off in a very polite way. How do you tell them that the right way to understand is beyond delicate words? My design in a manner complicated gears that do not properly interlock with others, only particular people may unlock me unaware of their innate understanding.