Broken Pencils Still Write

We are all meant to be broken at some point, whether its your heart or the delicate china of your soul. It is an experience where we must travel through to become what we want to be. The important thing is to live through the stupor, drunken nights, and random unintentional, yet unequivocal lessons of self-worth that lead to recovery. Between these pages you will taste the rotten fruit, feel the freedom upon release, heal the open wounds, breathe the first breath from near death, and last, the person that you least expected became rightfully yours. Cry with me, laugh with me, bond with me, love with me.