mcmorris
I once wondered about a time in a dream. I was a child in heart, but I looked like the most beautiful grown up version of me. I was in a plain cotton dress and sat at the old rope swing by the white picket fence at the family ranch where I spent most of my childhood. I wondered if It would ever come to be.
The last week of school should have been exciting. It really should have. We all should have been running around, having water fights, throwing paper airplanes and dancing up a storm. We should have been stoked for this week to come, but instead we were glued to our chairs in mental anguish as we took our finals.
Basic are where they make you start. You don't want to be back to the basic, you are ready to start winning, ready to start learning trick, ready to be anything but basic. But they make you go back to the basics time and time again.
Keychains with lights, keychains with bobbles, keychains that make music, keychains that spell things, keychains with pictures of beaches you've never been to on them. Why do we always feel like we need them?
The barber sat in his chair, the chair that should have had a client sitting in it, but no one had come in today. No one was going to come into today. Te barber just sat and watched his time and talent for beard trimming go to waste.