I want to cut this white blank canvas, But I am too fearful of damaging the potential. There are many things to do with this canvas. I don't have to ruin it. But I feel the need to.
If there was one word to describe how I'm feeling I would write it all over the walls I would paint it on all sidewalks and streets I would scream it from the roof of every building I would tell it to every person and let them know I am human. And I matter.