I wake in the morning, in a bed, and yawn before opening my eyes. Everything's blurry, and pillow feathers lay in my hair. Yawning again, I pick them out before blinking to gain vision.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I remember something and lift my head, opening my eyes. Realizing the situation, I blink a few times before sighing and burying my face back in Jackie's hair.
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
Don't aim at success--the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. — Viktor E. Frankl