The community is full of stories.
Each as rich as each other
You can't judge a book by its cover,
Nor a story by its words.
It’s always fascinating how a place that on the outside can look a certain kind of way,
but the feelings never match.
As beautiful as community can be
It can feel like there's no way out. If you mix that with gradual relaxed trauma, it can be a recipe for disaster.
However it doesn't take away the angelic radiance people still carry.
Addiction happens to the most beautiful people.
Evil transitions do happen to those who are in need of the most help.
Often we don't look deep enough into the realms of why addiction occurs.
Angels come in all shapes and sizes.

There’s peace inside a piece of mind that wants the worst for us
Our subconscious is a part of us and we can't escape it. That's where drugs come in. To the most intelligent of beings, wanting to escape can be the highlight of the day. Not having a way out can become a lifestyle.
Community can be a blessing and a curse, just like our brains.
We wouldn't wanna live without it.
It can take one good story to change a mindset.
That's the power of art. Art can offer us a way out
An escape that's more than a mentor. It’s an angel.
Just like people that need it.