A brief interruption for rain between innings wasn't enough to stop the game...and what a game it turned out to be! Check out the article on Cricket Yorkshire to find out all about the day.
If a guy asks me out, I immediately think he could do so much better and that he shouldn't be suffering by being with me. Even if I somehow start a conversation with someone, the thoughts come back and I completely stop all my interactions with them.
Exhale…It coaxes me, taking me higher and higher,
as the smoke escapes through my pursed lips a sense of calm settles deep within me
Blood vessels dilate and eyes glaze over,
I embrace clarity through the fog as my inhibitions are released from me.
The Serpent, irritated at the escape of his prey, injected his poison into the drinking horn of the countryman. The rustic, ignorant of his danger, was about to drink, when the Eagle struck his hand with his wing, and, seizing the drinking horn in his talons, carried it aloft.
An indestructible thread of longing for my chance to have all of you. Will it ever be my turn? Or is this a game we are playing? Ruining our future, bunching it up like an old spiderweb. It will never be spun the same. Threads snap and animosity grows.