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This is a dedication to romance only found in tv and movies we all know they don’t exist can you imagine if they did? I want to write a book with cotton candy dreams and fairy dust with an entire art scene I want my characters to fall in love when they least expect to when life is too busy darling, that’s when the magic happens when you slow down to steal looks on the subway even if the moments are short and subtle sometimes meaningless it feels as if they are on cloud nine sometimes things are meant to exist in the sky.  

I have known you for the past ten years when I was nine years old i had this blue wheelchair it came with a mushroom handle on my joystick I don’t know if there's a name for it but it always reminded me of a mushroom small, round and looks like a tree I loved it so much. My hand fit its shape like a glove I didn’t want to let go it was so perfect so elegant it felt like coming home to a loved one every time I held you my grip had to be firmer and tighter to protect me and you Your texture is rough but when I touch you it feels soft like my favourite blue blanket You followed me along to see all of my big moments; when I left elementary school when I began high school You were there to hold all the hair ties I lost but found you were there when my best friend gave me a bracelet for the first time, I put it on you I can never drive and wear bracelets It is why I never wear jewelry you were there on my first day of college   proving that if m

Scars along my skin sit to tell stories words cannot lines on my skin come out of one another like a green tree there is a yellow bee on the branch the sun hits my scarred skin displays dark days and old events that were never forgotten like doctor offices and therapy sessions the beds are always cold no matter how many blankets were offered so I’d say I’m okay people never notice until I take my sweater off wear a tank top or sleeveless dress on warm days the line that starts in the middle of my hand goes diagonally to the edge of the elbow they say scars fade overtime the thing is they’re still there no matter where you are or how long its been warm weather reminds me that its okay to feel out of my skin sometimes warm weather reminds me the scars on my skin deserve to feel the heat from the sun and to feel the air run through my hair