String of Memories

I love this sport. Ball being rejected by the room like a girl turning down a guy the ball bounces out of the rim as i watch my dream of a game winning shot fade yet, I love this sport. The pain of watching from the sideline, while my arms is captured in a cast, my team getting destroyed wishing i could just touch the ball once yet, I love this sport. Running, hands in the air as the final buzzer sounded in the championship game, receiving my first trophy for basketball smile on my face waiting for anticipation to just grab and hold it up. Dang i love this sport. Walking into a game arms shaking, palms sweaty, and stomach falling un-defeated season on the line. The nerves that go through the body before an import game that i hate and wish to go away every time yet i love this sport. The pain of a coach calling out a play when it wont work and just shaking my head and going on with it just so i can play the game because, i love this game. Through every tear, smile, and drip of sweat shed i will always love this sport.

Why I Write

Writing. an action. a verb that lets you put on paper what your feeling, your thoughts, anything you want to say. writing to me is a gift and a freedom that allows me to say what i want while being able to hit the delete button or use an eraser if what i want to say doesnt come out right. this is what i thought of when the teacher asked me. "why do you write?"

Ticks

As the hand moves along time starts to fade. the sound of the click as each second goes by for when it finally reaches the time where i can do what i please. as i sit in class now i relieze what i am doing. everytime i wish for the clock to speed up i am wishing to grow up. i am wishing for another chapter of my life to begin and to turn the page on a section of my life. Am i wishing my life away? should i hope that each second goes faster and faster so i can do what i want? but then what happens for when it reaches the time? i have wished for every second to go faster and faster and now i can no longer live in the moment and am always looking ahead watching the clock tick seconds away until the time i want is reached. or do i live in the moment and never look at the future? if pain is all i am feeling do i still live for the moment and no wish to speed up the clock. Is it good to wish for the clock to be sped up or live for the moment? you tell me.

Eyes Wide Open

Black soles scraping against the pavement. The nike swoosh that sums up a whole history of clothing and products. The laces that have been crossed and pulled together hundreds of times. This does not just describe shoes. This describes protection from pain and suffering that people avoid that less fortunate cannot. Next time your pulling those laces tight take time to think of what your shoes do and how grateful you should be.