You really sank to the depths of despair.

Poetry.

A destructive force that one cannot see might be the wind.

Child abuse theories
I don’t believe in theories, I believe in CHOICES.

My story as I fight to survive serious kidney cancer at the age of 11.

This about the pain im going through while I wait to be with the person love and she’s already taken and I am froced to fight and wait for her to come back to me.

Poetry about a life that has been shattered.

I couldn’t save him…the man I love. The horrors of war.

About September 11th.

A bright orange leaf fell onto the sidewalk, ending the tree’s supply of leaves. Torby loved fall. The dead leaves burned nicely.