My Story My story is my own nobody can write it. Nobody can describe my heartaches nor describe my gains like I can. Nobody can shed these here tears - cold as ice as they flow warm and freeing when they disappear. My life is my legacy not house, car or land. Not the children I will raise - they will have their own story. My story cannot be bought or sold, not determined by your need to create and fix. When I tell my story you will not know where it ends or begin. You will not know how to order it. Not even I can tell you for sure all of it because words will not be enough to do the telling. My story involves countless shades of colourful greys, sprinkled with moments of silver all distinct all blended together. It's not seamless. There are moth eaten places. Holes that can never be tacked together. There are frayed section They are mini artworks not brokenness. My story is my own; no one else can take it and tell it.