Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

I was never meant to be this thing.

You, me, this city, this country, we will always have a choice.When you stand up to be counted, tell the world, THIS IS MY VOICE. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

I sit before flowers 
hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up

Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.