Sandy is an over thinker, drinker and fairly outrageous stinker. When her best friends moved all around the world, she decided to capture her thoughts in text… and let me tell you, it gets pretty weird.

G is for Grief

G is for Grief



The maniac is set free

Roaring in chaos 

Destruction and turmoil

Nothing makes sense

He rips our hearts and meddles our minds

Only pain and confusion in his wake

Why must it be like this?

A Mother lost, a Father or shell?

Best Friends forever…standing alone

So who in the big cosmic show actually wins?

There is no right here only wrong

Steamrolling along

We can't go backwards

Don't rewind this song

Fast Forward and

Step into THIS REALITY?

But how do we walk? I don't even know

The most beautiful part of our life is where we can't go

How do you hug a soul?

Do you scream a name into your tear-soaked pillow?

Just anger and anger and more pain screams through

Who would do this to you? Is it God?

I used to crave the name God

Healing balm for the cut

Sweet thoughts before dream

Pulse of the ocean… same current within

Powerful almighty, protector… so strong

Booming thunder overhead

Inhale and exhale, as the wind blows

I used to think God had control

What do I know?



I Nose You

I Nose You

Cute Rage Monster

Cute Rage Monster