Things have been alright you know. Tryouts for the soccer are coming up and i want to make that DFC gold team. Rather i NEED to make that team, ive been going out and training at least 4 times a week with the ball, by myself. But i don't think tis enough i need to crank it up to everyday of the week. I need to make that team. I recently just gave up all other sports, i wish io did earlier but i have to deal with it this way. soccer is my dream and aspiration.
Closer and closer, each day,hour, minute that i squander away i do for a reason. So maybe soon i can find myself blissfully unaware of my surroundings, back with you. so maybe i have a chance at slowing my voracity for just being around you, Your coming soon and i want to find a way to make those few days special for you.
MY grades aren't good at all, and i'm going to pick them up in fact its another necessity.
The wind blew the small filaments of cobweb across the wet dew of the grass. The fog moved as a single mass, a living organism making it's way across the brown tinted maple leaves. The surrounding buildings and streets were covered with the fog. I took each step contemplating wether i should of took that last one. Slowly making my way up the street i saw a pair of small eyes, they looked at me with there blueish brownish rain with a look of deceit. I took a step closer and i noticed julia blew away in the fog, another memory to build off of. Few more steps and the fog got heavier. The death of the fog was unfathomable and once i thought i hit the end the fog would bury itself deeper into my eyes making the road longer. I looked farther off squinting my eyes as if i was trying to forsee the future. nothing. I felt the warm caress of my grandma and grandpa. I turned around and saw julia again, my past. When i looked forward I saw my grandpa and grandma again, mouthing words of silence, wisdom. nothing flew out but the lip movement shot through my body and entered ever crevice of my body. My body flew with new wisdom and strength, they told me to " pick it up Tai, were right here". I took another step and i found myself alone again, in the dark cold hearted fog that wouldn't leave me alone. The irony, i was so alone yet the fog stayed. A few more steps and i saw new set of eyes, a beautiful blue. Open, glossy with pain and hurt, but sharpened with comprehension and erudition. I walked faster i started running because behind me pain in the form of someone who i once held close followed. I got closer and the body language hand gestures told me to keep moving, I grabbed her and i ran, into the fog. The fog never cleared but at times i could tell possible consequences to each step. I looked back and that pain sort of stopped following me. I lost it, and it lost me. But these pure blue eyes stayed.
The fog of the future is never clear, we live of fthe past in the present, what we learned is the past and will be once again used. But the future is both the past and present, it is the possibility, the actuality, and the already happened. The fog is there because of our insecurities, everyone has them. once you accept them the fog will clear up a bit. But never completely. Life would be boring if you knew what would happen next.
Im back
