


Beauty Is Everywhere.
Beauty is everywhere. There is beauty in the trees, their colors, the way the palm trees gently rock side to side even with the harshest of winds. There is beauty in the unmade bed, the sheets all twisted and lopsided and the pillows scattered across the floor. See...
flood the house.
Some would consider my sense of self image skewed. Hah. Image. That word…it sounds all wrong. I merely use it to articulate myself in a way that’s easily comprehended. But then…then there are those friends who know how to ask all the right questions, who want to...