I dress and walk back out to Sam, draping my arms over her shoulders and kissing the side of her face, "I'm headed out. I'll be back. Please...stay off my radio."
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
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