Boxes, walls, boundaries
Holding things in, keeping things out
Oceans, rivers, streams
Tides and currents
Consistent and focused.
There is no end
As long as life is, there is hope
We were created to know the creator
My art can do nothing on its own.
In complexity the answer is quite simple
Take it apart piece by piece
I can’t bring back all I have lost
I don’t have to
This is my first one this month.