Yes, I'm fine; yes, I'm always fine. No, I'm not just saying that so you'll leave me alone.

Yesterday I trippedover my self-esteem, landed on my prideand it shattered like an iPhonewith a broken face. Now I can't even tellwho's trying to give me a compliment.

I don't know much,but I do know this:Heaven is full of music,and God listens to my heartbeaton his iPod. It reminds himthat we still got work to do.

Yesterday, I injured myselfand the explanation didn't make sense.I said, "Well, I was walking..."and that was the end of the story.At this age,my body is a stranger that Ikeep meeting over and over again.The words "I am" are slowlytransforming into "I used to be

I enjoy....laughingfor absolutely no reason at all,but I don't allow myself to cryas often as I need to.I have solar-powered confidenceand a battery-operated smile.My hobbies include: editing my life story,hiding behind metaphors,and trying to convince my shadowthat I'm someone worth following.I don't know much,but I do know this:Heaven is full of music,and God listens to my heartbeat

Most of what I know I've learned from falling, from placing the brighter sideof my hands against the earthand pressing until vertical.The ground has taught me more about flightthan the sky ever could.

I've never been in the military,but I have a purple heart:I got it from beating myself upover things that I can't fix.