My dog Ryko.

Compassion for animals is intimately connected with goodness of character; and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals can not be a good man.

Sometimes I think I'm crazy because I see things differently than everyone else.

I am a dreamer, a soul searcher, and a wanderer. I drift along, deep in thought, my mind craving exploration and my eyes telling tales of mysterious adventures.....

Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That's how you survive...by remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, it won't feel this way; it won't hurt so much... the really crappy thing; the very worst part is that the minute you think you're passed it, it starts all over again. And always --every time-- it takes your breath away....

My spirit animal is the wolf. One of the most amazing and powerful of all spirit animals.Like the wolf, I am incredibly strong, intelligent, and hardworking. I have a few close friends to rely on in times of crisis. I love my friends and dog so much that I would give my life for them. Like the wolf, I am the most loyal and dedicated of all the spirit animals, and I am a natural leader, with a unique ability to command with quiet authority. I am very beautiful inside and out and I am the most good looking of all the animals. I love my friends like family. I have the ability to see, hear, and smell better than all the other spirit animals. I am loved by many. My ideal habitat would be anywhere with a clear view of the moon.

I am a rare creature. I am lovely in the inside, though I think I’m weird. I keep to myself privately, although everyone thinks I shine. They look to me for comfort, and I never speak out of turn, I am the ultimate regalty that everyone longs to be, but to me it comes naturally. People think I am always bright, but there’s a side to me that no one knows...I don’t know how to express it, therefore, I take it on art. I am exceptional at writing or painting or something creative. I might not be a professional at it, but I am not average. I am loved by almost everyone, I have good relationships, but if that relationship ends, I’m not the type to get along like good friends again. Sometimes, I’m also like the moon... always there in the night sky, carefully watching, cautiously guiding, loved, expected, and special.

I don't know how to be anything other than intense.

I don't know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much.

I don't know how to sit still and quiet my mind and just be.

I am always searching, always questioning. Struggling to find the meaning in everything.

I am passionate and I am deep and even if I am misunderstood, I am finally okay with it....

Sometimes I sit in silence. I can be distant or unfriendly. I have conversations in my head which dominate my day and my night. I keep my circle small. I find trusting someone new to be a hurdle I rarely climb. I like staying home, it's peaceful. And though you may think I'm dull I assure you it's an explosion of color in my head.

I am imperfect, and yet my imperfections, like any great work of art, are what make me a masterpiece....

Some of my art works

They say there's no such place as Paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the earth there's nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it's always the same road. It just goes on and on. But in spite of that, why am I so driven to find it? I hear a voice, calling to me... It says, "Search for Paradise".
-Kiba

My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons; one which beckons me back into the night, the other is calling me home.

There is a legend that speaks of Paradise, but only wolves can find it....