"I am polished, refined, and perfectly coordinated like a private boutique on Fifth Avenue that carries Italian cashmere sweaters. I am calm, collected, and confident, but can transform in an instant with one thought from my childhood. Then, I become disorganized, wrinkled, and torn. I am dirty clothes twisted among clean; a confusing jumble scattered on the floor. Socks stuck in sleeves and ties still knotted. Feelings and emotions that can't be sorted, washed, or turned right side out." - Ben Quinn
