Sometimes I believe that I can fly... but once I search behind me for some wings and glare up to the sky, I realize that all I have is a daydream and an empty back. Now tell me, how can you fly with that?This was really weird.
I was walking home from school today, listening to music, when Stacie Orrico’s song “Wait” started playing on my iPod. I began reminiscing about this guy that I use to like and how the lyrics sounded so much like the situation we were in. Then, I looked down and saw “W8” (which sounds like “wait” when you say it out loud) spray painted a few times in a bright blue color on the sidewalk. Creepy.
