The moon does in fact, hang as high as it used to.
I meet eyes with Orion and I take a glance and the dipper.
Each to their own I said to myself, each to their own.
Flat ball.
******.
Need to buy and actual soccer ball.
I have a feeling this won’t be the first of these long nights.
The ground is wet, I didn’t make the goal.
Not that I was good at soccer anyway, or at least the active part of soccer.
Oh, well maybe if I spend countless days on the couch I’ll fade away.
Not that you’d notice.
Never.
Laughing while I was gone in misery, eh?
I will make second base my home.
Anywhere away from this madness.