Delicate - I'm a tree. My roots are rigid but me leaves fragile. The wind effects me. Some of me is old and experienced, the rest is immature and young. The Chaos is overwhelming. Trees can be seen as an unmoving presence, old and wise. But they are fragile in there own way, just as all living things are.
Penguin - I shuffle, mostly stumble, through life... plus I love a tux.
Chaos - Chaos surrounds us all, it is our job to create our own little nook of clarity in this crazy existence. I struggle to do so, surrounded by a whirlwind.















