I Sank Back In The Gray, Plush

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

And By The Way, Everything In Life Is Writable About If You Have The Outgoing Guts To Do It, And The Imagination To Improvise. The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

As I Lay On My Back In Bed Staring Up At The Blank, White Ceiling The Stillness Seemed To Grow Bigger And Bigger Until I Felt My Eardrums Would Burst With It.

Is Anyone Anywhere Happy?

The Box Is Only Temporary.