That voice is still there. Sitting on an empty bleacher of the gym inside my mind. It watches me as an opposing fan would. Waiting for the slip, waiting for the fall so that it can cheer.

Not quite playing out the way I thought it would. I guess that’s supposed to be half the fun of it though. When you decide to play you decide to accept chaos. You can only order your

Turns out I wasn’t ready yet The chance is now gone away. With one opportunity leaving Another one emerges. There’s always a way out. There’re an infinite number of moves to make. The only real way to

I don’t like this place anymore This feeling of believing I deserve more had failed to leave my mind. Though I don’t know if failure is correct. Can it be correct if I don’t wish to be