my first love- a blank sheet of paper & colorful pens; the definition of my life.in a world so loud your voice isnt always heard but my words are my release.
"my heart rests firmly on one fact, i AM my mother's daughter"
I often freak out and spend my days apart and distant, my words biting and hurtful, tearing at old wounds and scar tissue. She walks beside me, still, as I cry about the future and question us and our togetherness, because it builds up inside me until I think I’m going nowhere and I shouldn’t drag anyone there with me.And it's always her, still, waiting until I realize that going nowhere might just be the fun of life. It’s her, not knowing where we are going but determined to go together. It’s always her looking at my pieces and gently convincing me that they aren’t pieces, just cracks, and that the most beautiful things are the ones that are worn and loved, cracks and all. In her eyes, even my imperfections are beautiful.In my heart, she’s everything.
family -my reason for living; theres is no greater beauty than to be apart of something so spectacular, so special, so beautiful & so very dysFUNctional. =)