I stand and head off before remembering that I have no clue how to get back. Hesitantly, I walk back to Clementine and swallow, "I... Could you point the way? I still have no idea which way is back..."
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
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind