I shake my head, chuckling. "No, That's the stereo type. He's the love god in Olympus and I'm his sister. Doesn't really pay attention to me," I smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Nic's train is called and he hesitates to stand. He ruffles my hair and sighs. I stand and hug him, not quite sure why we're going through with this so easily. He bids me goodbye and heads out, leaving me alone with Rayah. Sitting back down, I sigh and force thoughts of Alyx out of my mind.
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
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
