Jolene Stockman

Shrug off the no__ _ they are temporary. This is your world. In your world there is only yes.

You__e got one life, one shot, and all the power to make it happen. Get ready to dream big and live big. It__ all up to you. And it starts now.

There is no real world, just the one you create.

I wish I could take it all back, but I can__. And I definitely can__ un-feel a feeling.

Usually, Shakespeare gives me goose bumps. The guy knows everything. Like some ancient angel quill-ing out blueprints life. Hiding it in fiction. And usually I love the sound of the words, the way they dance on the page. Today, they fall flat. My attention bobbing in the cosmos. All free brain-space is marinating in gap month fizz. I chew my pen, candy-cane style. The million possibilities ahead make it hard to care about right now. I write my answers slowly, each letter carved in stone not ballpoint. I__ going to explore the world, find my passion, try everything! The fizz shoots up my spine and a smile sprouts.

The building is a tumbling house of cards behind me. The bus bitches are paper cutouts.

I__ been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me.