I am…
rainy Sunday mornings trapped in a fort of pillows taking refuge from the storm.
coming home from school after a long day and failing to resist the crunching leaves as I walk inside feeling the brisk autumn wind hit my face.
junk food fueled road trips through town.
a five year old trapped in a teenager’s body
the final panic driven moments before going on stage filled with reciting lines and “break a leg’s” from the rest of the cast.
a girl from Springfield who takes comfort in dreaming big.
twinkling white lights accompanied by a fresh blanket of glistening snow at Christmas time.
missed notes, forgotten solos, and eventually beautiful choir music.
a girl with a newfound crippling addiction to honey mustard.
late night drives joined only by the light of the moon, burning street lights, and a handcrafted playlist being blasted from the car stereo.
fighting a losing battle with procrastination.
messy short hair and pale skin painted with freckles.
a collection of old records that send a calming wave over me on even the most stressful of days.
four a.m talks spent with my best friends as we turn into family.
an open book with torn pages.
longing for a more simple time.
Slowly but surely growing up and thankful for every second of it.
I love this, Taylor! Thanks for including such interesting specifics. I did theatre and choir in high school, too, so I can relate to those butterflies and ultimately the rush of performing well. I like the idea of late-night talks turning best friends into family. And good luck with the honey mustard addiction! : )
ReplyDeleteI love the line about the choir music because I really relate to that. It shows that something imperfect can still be something insanely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI just want you to know that you're not alone in your honey mustard addiction. I am also just a small child who wants honey mustard on everything.
ReplyDeleteHey, Taylor! I like how lighthearted your wording is; it makes me feel super optimistic and happy. I think it's cool that all of us Springfield residents have the common memory of the downtown, Christmas street lights. I think that was a really good way for you to draw in your readers, considering we knew exactly who the audience was going to be on these pieces. Keep it up!
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