the blurry lines between thought and action are slowly unraveling
thy bare self inching forward as the warmth graces my fingertips
almost there, almost free
thy sorrows embrace warm and rough
violent disposition against reflections
left behind forgotten and abandoned
once every shard shatter and fall
they surround me with sharp tongues
overwhelming, paralyzing
no recourse i peer with teary eyes, ears relinquished
sorrows embrace.
the silence is an indiscriminate teacher
it entertains every type of learner
the ones that agree and disagree
the opposed and the supportive
the loud and the quiet
the rebel and the conformist
without silence there is no lessons to be learned
MOTHERFUCKER make the RIGHT ADJUSTMENTS
shit pissing me off and u want in the game? yo LANKY ass cant even hold the ball
FUCK that game man it was HARDER than it had to be and we could've won for fucks sake
I release all my rage and regrets in order to move forward thank you.
the area where the most SHOTS they make should be prioritised in defense. NOT ALL THE WAY UP THE HALF COURT LINE.
WE R ALREADY DISADVANTAGED IN THE REBOUND DEPARTMENT
DEFEND AND ANTICIPATE THE ONLY GUYS WITH THE MOST IMPACT, 2ND PRIORITY THE REST
COLLAPSE WHEN THEY GET INSIDE
my instincts were screaming at me and i wasn't able to listen
my pride n ego was in the way of my logical thinking
I badly wanted to win and that was the problem
the rage I felt in the moment really affected the outcome