Pure, Undeniable, Bliss
My brain has lacked the oxygen it has needed for quite some time time now- 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days to be exact.
It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I last inhaled the sweet, sweet sting of oxygen through tired lungs in a sweat covered body.
Since I made the grass my canvas and painted my soul onto the Earth.
Since I was myself- honestly and entirely.
Since my heart has known passion, and freedom, and pure, undeniable, bliss.
It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days, since my spirit has been whole- 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I have had a ball at my foot, the wind at my back, and nothing in front of me except everything I could ever yearn for.
It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since my brain last received the oxygen it requires.
Soccer is all I need.
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