So…the cold December nights which overlapped in January up
until the Valentine month, the scorching heat of the morning sun and the weary
hearts of those who welcomed the year without another hand clasped into theirs.
Summer lovin’ is now o(w)pppen.
You see boys and girls, there are different types of scared.
Either you’re scared to fall in love
again, scared to play a game you can lose, scared that you want to but you don’t
know how this is played or scared that you don’t want to play but the whole
world seem to have handcrafted the art of building walls so why won’t you climb
your way in?
Fouls are called when you’ve violated the rules. Free throws
are given to people whom this people have done wrong. The world has made a
call, someone missed a free throw of what could’ve been a precious point. The
person who missed it has two options, either to go after it or to let it go.
You’re in the sidelines. Do you want this?
Love is a ball game. There are times when you try to make a
basket but it doesn’t go in, you box out, rebound and try again. Sometimes, you
box out and the rebound goes to someone else. You go to the other end of the
court, someone wastes a shot, they box out, rebound and try again. Sometimes,
they box out but the rebound goes to you, so you take it to the other side….
….but what
do you do on the other end?
People get hurt. And even if you call for a foul, the damage
has been done. The world gives you another shot and it is all up to you to make
it right or play it lame.
If you decide to
play, make sure you’re up with someone who’s on the same game.
If you decide to
pass, don’t dribble much. You’re hurting the ball. Just pass.
If you decide to take
a shot, just go for it, bastard.
The only thing a ball can do after being thrown is bounce. While
rebounds are meant to be dangerous in a basketball game and in love, decent
science will tell you that:
“Nothing is displaced…until
replaced.”
