Next Time You Want To Hit Me

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

It Was Very Strange, For I Knew We Were Both In Mortal Danger. Still, In That Instant, I Felt Well. Whole. I Could Feel My Heart Racing In My Chest, The Blood Pulsing Hot And Fast Through My Veins Again. My Lungs Filled Deep With The Sweet Scent That Came Off His Skin. It Was Like There Had Never Been Any Hole In My Chest. I Was Perfect - Not Healed, But As If There Had Been No Wound In The First Place.

I Always Needed That Extra Fantasy World. I Had To Have Another World I Could Be In At The Same Time.

You Live A Thousand Lives When You Read A Thousand Books.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers