I remember wondering to myself at a young age, “I wonder if someone will save me,”? If in fact i was becoming an unstitched book filled pages of memories and feelings left unsaid and my curious imagination took me page by page no real order searching for structure and the ability to leave chapters where they had actually ended. I had lost my breathe more times than i can remember in moments that were never to really supposed to last and I’ m honestly sorry to the parts if me that wanted closure but my head and heart were at war with loose ends and clutered corners unfulled dreams waiting for the day I wanted to become my own hero and no one was coming to save me or clean up the messes i let the cat drag in. I am proud of you in the most humble and sincere way, I am aways going to want you to love what you’re doing and do what you love, I hope you keep your heart and mind open because life is happening for you not to you. always oxox