Wednesday, July 26, 2006 I tried to play today.I dreamt of you again. It hurts so much when It hurts so much when, I can't outrun people. The only times you're beside me, I can't control a ball. Seems to pass so quickly and easily, I can't shoot a ball. My reverie ruined by the morning sun. My ankle almost giving way again. I wish I could dream forever. Can't you just recover faster? Living such a sedentary life is depressing. I can almost feel my touches, my technique, everything I learnt to do with a ball going away every second I'm resting. Do you really want to make me have to gain my place in the team again? I can do so, but don't you think it's unnecessary? Please stop hurting. Please stop making me limp. I'm sick of it. Don't you know that football is the only thing I can live for now? Other than the chance of seeing your smile... The slower you recover, the more I would be desperate to train and play, the more chances that you and I would be hurt. So stop making life difficult for the both of us, and recover already bloody hell. |
he thought he was superman; |
aoi's design from SCRATCH 2004
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