Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ten
1:48 am and a rambling mind.
Bits and pieces of conversation roll through my head. I try to beat them back by imagining the sound of ocean waves instead.
No one likes to be underestimated.
At some point, I’ll begin to recognize which cars belong to whom and distinguish footsteps along the wooden walkway.
A break in the clouds.
But I kind of don’t care.
I’m not looking for it, but I’m grateful it’s being given to me.
Double-overtime. The roar of the crowd. One day, we will play in gyms that sound like this.
Maybe the best thing to say is nothing at all.
Tired of fighting.