As I look up at the loft, a barrage of images pounds through my skull and leaves me with a sharp pain behind my eyes. Cursing under my breath, I bring a hand to my head and close my eyes as I try to analyze what I'd seen.
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
I don't argue, my one hand shaking, and nod. Swallowing, I blink and find my hand just feathers for a moment. When I blink again, it's back to normal. ...Not good.
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
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