Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone...

But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.

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

Effort is the siamese twin of success

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.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity