Our mind is lile a house

The door is our mouth

Information and inspiration come though the windows to us

The grass out side the house is as bright as you feel

We like to lock our door ,because we are afraid of...

Sometimes we are so afraid of.... we lock the windows too. We make sure nothing gets in or out.

Our grass startes to die with our mind

The world stays out side while we  are in side

Side we are now traped with all our thoughts.

They are not all good one's

This is the mind of people who have depression

On the outside our house look fine

In the inside there is a tornado thoughts

Some thought have knives

Some don't