Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.