I want to...

be more.

You change. Or, you make mistakes, mistakes that become you, a pattern, a dark hole you can't resist, can't stop falling down over and over again because the familiar falling and that rush of air are so much better than nothing. Plug in that sweet sad music and write. Wrong words said, wrong choice made... I will not let my mistakes characterize who I am. I will spray paint the walls. I am this promise, more than my failures... More despite the cracks, more because I grow out of them, move beyond them.

An amazing friend told me she would not give up hope, that I would learn, that I am more. This is for her... and more.

Mold # 7 sold and $10 donated to the American Cancer Society


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