morning yet to be better

waking up not in the early early morning but afternoon, i felt thirsty and pain in my body.
took part in a football match organised by my friend's friend yesterday. when i reached at the pitch, i saw many college friends and friend's friends. so like the saying goes:" a world without strangers". worrying that the thickening cloud hung on the darkening sky might turn into raindrops at any moment, our team finished the game with a 0-2 lose. my right leg was kicked by opponent and still swollen as i am typing. anyway it was a nice game except i wasn't performing. the only effort of mine was that i shot a goal on the keeper's balls. it HURTS, and i mean really hurtsjust like someone dwelling on the past endlessly.

i could not remember how i spent the countless weekends without her accompany, but i keep in heart she told me to quit smoking.

i am waiting to greet the morning sun and fresh air and finding my way to begin a new form of living. to put it simply, i want to get a life again.