Ballers

When will the fantasizing end and the reality begin? Or is the fantasy truly a reality and what is reality and a knap sack of stress truly the unreal? A little Plato's allegory of the cave? Nah...I'm too tired and my brain hurts like you wouldn't believe. I haven't used my brain this much since June. Aou. And it hurts. It's that and a combination of seasonal allergies, a deviated septum, clenching my jaw from the stress, and straining my eyes ever so much. Sexy, I know. Back to fantasy becoming my reality...
"And I want to thank my Lord, Jesus for that woman that is keeping me kicking...Xapoula. With every breath I exhale her name. How it rolls off my tongue like sugar water. I love you my sweet. Tonight...We make baby soccer players." Ole.