Chapter Forty Two: A Breath of Fresh Air 3
And what did they mean when they said
One man's trash is another man's treasure?
Is it with the eyes? The heart or perception that we measure?
And from that we regard as trash we once extracted pleasure
I am not the present(trash), not the past (treasure) not the future(a memory), just make me smile and you can keep me forever
Her eyes peeled open to the bitter welcome of the glaring morning light. Reflectively she squinted them and the sight before her battered her eyes far more viciously than the ultraviolet rays.
All the sleep left her body and her mind kicked up to full function when she saw him perched right beside her, gazing ahead. He looked to be in deep thought, as as she sat up, Blaire worked
