I lick the floor to pick up any crumbs before passing a horrid smell. I remember the puddle I left and hurry out, embarrassed and ashamed. Curling up, I stay at the foot of the bed and sigh.
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 stand and stretch, walking towards the window. I sit on the ledge and lean against the frame, looking out over the horizon. "Pretty." I said with a smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace wraps his arms around me and I smile wider, watching Indigo go downstairs. I sigh and jump off, landing back in the room and let my hair down from it's ponytail and look at myself in the mirror, thinking of how I could make myself look less tired.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I approach the fridge again and shift, making sure I was all covered. My fingers grip the door like Mistress had and I slowly pull it open, the sudden blast of cold air forcing me to jump backwards and fall on my behind.
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 try and figure out how to open what I've found, the scent annoying me, and half ignore Mistress' question. Frustrated, I hold it in the air for them to see but don't turn to them.
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
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson