What was a mistake? Her coming, or everything? Confused and emotionally compromised, I resort to rocking back and forth again as my tears stain my shirt.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Once he falls back asleep, I put him back and glance around before floating out of the room. I glance at the necklace Luce gave me for Christmas before shaking my head and take it off my body before floating back upstairs. I set it on his nightstand before floating down, glancing around the kitchen.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My body somehow materializes and I drop to the ground, something sprouting from my back. Wings. White angel wings. My skin stays pale and my lips turn bright red. I pass uncontious. Afterlife.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. — Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
