or when it's a good long day.
hanging streamers and almost falling,
spray painting "broadway" in glittering gold,
making poster upon poster of bway shows,
many of which were covered in the glitter that managed not to get stuck in anyone's hair.
we worked and devised and risked scraping our chins along the brick pillar
and oh no that streamer is hanging too low and such and such football player will tear it down (because he's 6'8)
and racing down the hall to get a breath of fresh air and to say hi to the remaining members of the cross country team
and racing back and losing only because i didn't want to trample our newspapers or our friends
and being proud of the finished product
because five hours is a lot of time.
pretty streamers are followed by a big psych project is followed by
fun words exchanged between friends
and who needs food when there are friends there to comfort and be comforted.
i like my life on days like this,
when wind is light but light radiates off my ron and my annalise and my hailey and i feel
infinite and in love with the feeling of light dancing across my fingertips like skin dances on skin.
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Não Ficçãothoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
