I Pop Gum. My Parents Get So

I Try Not To Look At My Schedule For The Week Because I'll Get So Overwhelmed. Every Day, There Are Multiple Things To Be Done And 10 Things I Don't End Up Accomplishing.

Now My Music Is Kind Of Pop-rock, Right? If I'm 25 And Singing Still, I Don't Want To Be Singing Music Like That.

I'd Seen Sage Bleed. I'd Made Sage Bleed. Not That It Hurt Him Any; He Healed So Quickly...in Smaller Doses It Has Incredible Healing Powers. Ben's Voice Rang Out In My Head. I Remembered He Said That Earlier, About...the Elixir Of Life.the Crackpot, Completely Bogus, Absolutely Insane Elixir Of Life.did It Actually Exist? Had Sage Had Some? Enough To Keep Him Alive, Young, And Speed-healing For The Last Five Hundred Years?and If So, Had He Used That Time To Find One Woman, Again And Again In Different Incarnations, To Love Her...or Destroy Her?

I Went Far And Now I See That The Only One I Needed Was Me.

Who Are You?" I Asked. "you Know Who I Am," He Replied. "i'm Yours." ~clea / Sage, Pg. 105