If I could go back, I would take all the wrong turns on purpose, I would be reckless with chances and greedy with wishes, I would believe in more, but trust less. If I could go back, I would find my fears early and kick their asses sooner, I would realize that eye contact never killed anyone, and words hurt, but silence is what breaks hearts. I would go back to tell myself that I have the sky in my eyes, the universe into my heart and dynamite built into my bare feet. I would tell that beautiful girl not to ever let anyone crack her steel spine, never let anyone slip disregard under her nail beds, and never let anyone leave a trail of regret under her skin and call it a promise. I would tell her to always remember who’s writing her story. Stephanie Bennett-Henry
If I could go back
