So I was walking into drawing class today, when I was struck by this invisible muse. It seemed like just another random line from my head, like usual, but then it got stronger. I knew I needed to write this one down. I couldn't wait for a lined piece of paper. Instead, I drew it on the back of a picture of a Glasswing Butterfly!

It's hard to explain this poem... If you read it long enough, you'll probably get it. I think it's about knowing that what protection you have when you're most vulnerable, is a piss-pot protection at best, and you try to keep yourself from being vulnerable.