Things happen. Things you can't control. Things that once done can't be taken back. They happen. They leave you broken. They leave you scarred. They take away what you are. Then they define you. Then they mark you by your scars. Then they take your flaws and call them beautiful. Things change you. They say it's better. Then your left broken waiting for the world to fall apart. Things become stones. They build a prison. Then they tell you how happy you should be locked away by their ideas of what should be and what shouldn't.

What if there was more, what if we didn't just have to be who we thought we were. What if we were more, what if we could do more. What if wanting more was all it took. She wants more, she craves more, she needs it as much as she needs breathing. But will she ever be more?