It is said to see the forest beyond the trees

I admire the tree outside my window

"Its not the end of the world"

Such politeness and class, he extends his hand like a true gentleman

Don't show me the pain, show me the healing

Words fumble out of my mouth and fingers like the rain

Losing something is just making room for something else

I follow the trees

I emptied my heart with everything it held

Using boxes as a way to symbolize our wants and needs to be fulfilled.

Cursed

There once was a tree in a small park on the outside of town

More than simply living to the fullest

She wasn't greedy But at the same time she wasn't content

When your intuition tells you to brace for the worst.

"How are you?"

Too many feelings.

For lost dreamers and mind manipulators like myself

A reflection of the beautiful journey my son has had with autism.