Beyond The Curtains (Under Editing)

scattered morning

I walk through the halls thoughts scambled as i whatch students scatter hustling or not i suddenly think back to when i thought the halls were my worst nightmare because in my own little world i felt like i was being left behind. We move at diffrent paces i move queit diffrently i walk these halls filled with students and teachers think of how boring they are as there thoughts have been just as scrambled as eggs on a good morning