There are times in your life where you are going to feel like you just can’t take anymore.  That you just want to stop the pain.  End it because it feels like it is never going to stop, that is just going to keep coming.  

Art moves us.  It is a nonverbal form of communication.  Much like our dreams.  Images and rhythms are allowed to express where words fall short. 

This moment is going to pass, that is the beautiful thing about time, it passes and you my friend just have to make it through this moment.

We are a society of traumatized people trying to hide our wounds in fear that the pack will turn on us. Feast on us and leave us to bleed out. We pretend, puff our chests and display our colors in hopes of scaring others off.