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With one, clean motion I whipped out a crisp fifty dollar bill. What a bad ass I was in the room. An impressed look crossed the barista's face and I silently celebrated my non-existant street credit at the Starbucks.
Is it just me? Or does anyone else get that burst of electric, breath-taking chills when you hear good music and you can almost taste the bass as it bumps to the same rhythm as your heart?
Seeds. small and delicate. low expectations, until you make it a home underground and nurture it's life. That seed will grow. Grow to be much larger than it's initial self. What a wonderful thing seeds are and do. Lovely.
One minute I was in my room, watching my breath fog up my window. The next, I was outside, enjoying the delicious snow by the handful. Who knew that shaved ice from the skies could taste so unworldly. That was in a dream... minutes before I awoke in a sweat. Thank you, Summer, for making me appreciate Winter.
I loved how keen she was about this assignment. We were partners, and the project was to write an essay about yourself and how you've become the person you are today. Of course, I was excited to have an ecstatic partner... but why wasn't I excited? This had to be the easiest project for the entire year. Was it because this might actually be difficult for me? Have I not found myself yet? Who am I, and how do I put my life on paper?
Mr. Vince worked on that frame for quite a while. He carved it, sanded it, put time and thought into those intricate designs that emphasized the wondrous image it bordered.
I poured my heart out to him. He only wanted to know so much but I couldn't help but let him know everything. Just thinking about holding it in, I feel that much free-er on the inside. Flustered and embarrassed, yet content.
Cathedral?
Are you sure that's what it's called?
That doesn't seem right.
The textures of the word and placements of the letters don't live up to it's meaning.
Are you sure that's what this is called?
Sipping from a straw, as quickly as I could only to put myself in utter danger. I had encountered one of the worst traumas, a brain freeze. The uncomfortable sensation of a deep headache that causes a minor freakout as you search for answers as to what you did to these cold drinks to make them hate you so.
It was but a brief conversation. I told him my feelings for him, paid for his coffee, and left. I wasn't exactly sure of my next destination. My mind wandered as my feet did walking through town trying to find a somewhere to start new.
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