Abused me, used me, then throw me away that’s the endless cycle I go through every day waking up in the morning to scribbled notes sleeping in the evening to the trash I go. I see many people everyday and they always have something different to say from love letters to a Leonardo type drawings to the simplest stick figure that makes her smile. I help people come together and many times apart I am made from my ancestors the trees and often I’m torn apart.