With a cigarette through my teeth, I walk through the woods and shove my hands in my pockets. I think over what happened with Austin... and then with Sol, and I start wondering whether I even have a shot for any of that.
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
My orange eyes trail over the woods and flicker whenever I hear just the slightest noise. Shaking out my pure white coat, I growl lowly and start walking closer to the edge of it. I hate Diana. Just losing me like that... I hear human footsteps and look up immediately, my eyes flickering again as I look around.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
