yesterday, my mind unraveled, rolling onto the floor induced by a full temper tantrum, in front of me. i watched suspiciously, as it clapped the floor, as if looking for me to give it a standing ovation for its rendition of Elizabeth Taylor in "Who Is Afraid of Virginia Wolfe?" What. A. Dump! i couldn't agree more. if i had the mind to act out I would leave this body also. but, i can't because my mind has found the courage to escape me without me knowing. then i noticed a red ribbon tied to my mind which pointed to a slightly opened white door. it lied there exhausted and motionless. extremely still. all of my extremities were frozen and i was unable to be. i sat there looking at my lucid mind. vulnerable.