There was this one time I was late for history class, and when I walked in I can't recall what excuse I gave my teacher, but I can remember he said "I don't think you realize what you are. when you walk into to a room something gets turned on, before you came in this class was like a funeral. you have such a bright aura and that is such a powerful thing" ...truth is I don't know what he meant for real. all I know is, that even with all this light I'm said to carry around.. it was never enough to make you love me, it was never enough to make you stay.
