I nod, looking around for my clothes but not finding them right away. I glance up at him, "Do you wanna just stay here for the rest of the day or get dressed?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
