oh my tortured sole[s]

I've missed you, but it's really my fault I haven't given you any attention lately. I really want to make this work out, you and I. I know I didn't make the greatest effort today, but I lost a little bit of the energy I used to have. And though I feel beaten and bruised, I know it's worth it, because for a few moments today, I felt complete.

I love you, basketball.

My feet are hating on you though. Don't worry though. They'll get a little calloused after a while and then it'll be all good.