Tonight Bill wakes up, complaining that something wrong happened in the past and he wishes to go back and make it right. True, he could be speaking of a lost Buzz Lightyear toy or missed free throw at recess, but the look on his face indicates he is perhaps referring to humanity as a whole. The light hits him in a certain way and he seems to be speaking in parables, and I find myself inexplicably drawn to him, waiting for his each and every word.
A look of contemplation with the late night shadows of melancholy had fallen on his face, and with a deep sigh he softly reflected, “I just wish sometimes I could return to my childhood.”
He’s been seven for exactly one day, and already, a tenth-life crisis has set in.
3 comments:
hey you changed the top part of the blog. nice:)
Well if anyone was wondering why and how we are best friends, it should be clear! Lindsey always notices when something changes, whether it be the general degree of fluffiness in my hair, a bad mood, or a new blog description. You rock Lin-zee!
MWR
I wish your brothers were my friends. They seem so entertaining! Glad you're back in Tejas!
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