My inner child is 3 years old, quiet, and trusts no one. She’s madder’n hell at the world, and she expresses that anger through art.
I love dirt. Always have. Always will.
It’s that time again, and this year there’s much to do.
Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one’s thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.
The outer shell hides the war within.
Some people just don’t get it.
A sampling of random thoughts on a Saturday morning.
I want to live in a world where my life is not measured in dollars and cents.
Why does it take the heart so long to realize what the head already knows?
Some things can’t be fixed no matter how hard you try.