Sometimes more and more layers can become suffocating and all a body really desires is ‘less’. The abilty to breathe more freely. To loose the sharp, straight edged, frames that poke and push and beg to be filled. Making us all into strange shapes. Becoming even strangers to ourselves. Sometimes freeing ourselves from these confining definitions can be a battle. Sometimes screaming helps. A kind of Siren call. A reverse kind of Siren that calls you back to the safety of the rock. Not the other kind.