Life.

Random thoughts on how we all create boxes in mind and body, to keep us safe.

Do you think this would make a good prologue to a thriller novel? What do you/don’t you like about it? Thanks for comments and "like’s"!

When you are without love it seems like the longest time.

Build confidence, get cocky, and get lost. Shrink back again…

Greif,Death.

Just a scene I made on a 3D modeling program.

You have to kiss alot of frogs to find your prince.

Everyone has those boxes — boxes of nuisances — which we try to hide from others. We don’t want others to really know who we are until we are ready to let them in.

Poem about having a basement that is loaded with junk.