Curious to see what color eyes he has, I just wait until he opens them. A hazel. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel the years slip down my cheek. I swear in a whisper and wipe it away.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics
