A man appears behind me, grabbing me by my wings and pulling me back. He makes me let go of Mariah and I cough, him holding me to the wall by the neck, "Give her."
I shake my head and he hesitates, "Now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt