JuanandOnlyWorld

Waking from a dream dreamt a countless times before, I lie here half awake staring blankly at a framed picture of a bloodshot-colored flower as it stared back at me with its invisible eyes as I tried to dig a lost memory from the depth of my thoughts. With every blink I blinked, every notion that entered me was another misplaced puzzle piece to the seemingly never-ending jigsaw puzzle I was desperately trying to solve. Feeling the cool breeze brushing past my face from the open window, my eyes slowly closed and as it did, I felt an arduous sensation ran up to my center of mentality as images from a memoire I never knew vaguely flared behind m

The first few minutes of the last quarter ticked off. The players must be thinking of playing as though it’s the championships. I stood there, sharing the shade of the roof of the stand post of the table of officials, taking snapshots of a basketball game, intense as the scorching sun that afternoon. It was a game between Black with Tangerine and White with Royal Blue. Squinting against the glaring sun, I watched the players of both teams struggle to fight one another with one goal: To win the game. As I watched keenly every player that goes in and out of the court from both sides, one player from the Black with Tangerine team caught m