and i don't just mean that it doesn't makes sense. i just found the wooden box within another cardboard box along with other stuff that i don't even remember having. i'm so afraid to open any more boxes and find more things. i regret that i didn't find them before the big sale at the church. the gun and the smokes of course are part of my props.
nothing inspires me these days. i'm always thinking and actually dreaming of being in the bluest water with gentle rolling waves and coconut trees lining the white sand shore. i think it's time to take a trip to somewhere. but isn't it hurricane season?
