Off the backside of a forgotten memory, I pick up the pieces. Slowly the puzzle comes together. Shapes begin to take form. The world becomes a bit safer now. I am playing again. Even the unpleasant has an animated purpose. An adventure awaits, and it can change anytime we want it too. These thoughts are projections. These stories are made up by the ones who came before us. It’s our time to write the script.
Jump in my friend. Leave behind the fear. Just imagine what we might create