The for real, for real. I wake up each day. I wish i could have been. I was never the kind of person that admired the green grass of my neighbors yard. I looked over there, yeah, and constantly- but I wanted something dead and brown. To lay down in bed.

No music in the cards today gang. Also, no current reading. This came to me during a class I was taking. What do you view as your destiny? Are we bound by fate or God or just extraordinary circumstance? Edward was on a path she knew she could not and would not follow. The Light called her as sure as the dawn. She wanted her books; her quiet; her writing. Emma wanted no part in the horrors of w.