scottie-green
American
I am one of three. I was born in a concrete city surrounded by grey where there was supposed to be blue. I lead a lucky life. Where my parents divorce led only to friendship. Where my mother gave me two beautiful best friends before falling for a woman. Where I have a past with barely any scars. A home and a heart that only once have been broken. I know how to stand on my own two feet and, even so, I am given some crutches. I left the sidewalks broken and overgrown to move to a city made only of color.
