70 True/False Statements

Love is above all else.
My mother’s doorstep is 531 beats from my heart.
I am not afraid of losing.
I am most afraid of never trying.
According to my calculations, she never existed.
I want to have three kids.
Life is love and loneliness trapped in a bottle.
I can hold my breath for two minutes.
I’ve been holding my breath for 17 years.
I have learned to love from afar.
To take in my surroundings before I get too comfortable.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
To share my life lessons with the world.
My best memories come from a world that I have created in my writing. 
The ability to “forget” is God’s greatest gift to mankind. 
I don’t want any kids.
I am an addict.
I am high on the feeling of never being alone.
I still hold my mother’s hand in public.
It’s confusing having two mothers.
I want to love, but to be able to keep enough love for myself.
My only regret is…
I have no regrets.
I want to write without writing about her. 
My mind is an empty vessel.
At the age of 4, I learned the meaning of abandonment.
My ceiling is a gateway to the stars. 
The sun is a star with pain beyond any of us.
My branches stem from a war between Mother and Father. 
My dad is a circus act juggling so many things at once.
Sometimes my brother makes jokes about the way I look.
I am perfect.
 My eyes are mud puddles.
Rocky road ice cream reminds me of my childhood.
I attend church.
The word vulnerable is unfamiliar.
I am not perfect.
My life is on a never-ending loop.
Side-to-side, and even back, but never moving forward.
I can’t find “Love” in the dictionary. 
I have read and read and reread the dictionary.
I despise the color pink.
Unless it is displayed in my stepmother’s cheeks.
At night when I am laying in bed, I pretend that I am a voyager sailing the ocean of stars between galaxies.
Happy Endings are just figments of the imagination. 
Birds are the music of nature.
I’ve always been a listener.
Staying quiet is a therapy I have been doing for years.
My best writing is displayed within white space.
Chapter One: Unexpected Miracle
My prayers remain unanswered.
I am still searching for His reply.
Slowly, I am treading forward. 
Time flies when you’re not looking.
Somewhere along the way, I grew up.
Maybe tomorrow.
If not yesterday.
I’ve moved on.
From her.
She is was just another fantasy running
wild in my head.

Right?
I am indecisive. Never knowing what I want.
Tonight I will light a candle.
Let the light of the flame carry me back to 
the stars.

No one can find me hidden there.
But no one was looking. 
No one will really ever know me.
I don’t even know myself.
I am a shadow amongst darkness.
I rule the unknown.