It’s a way of life.

Sweat. Blood. Grit. You make it larger than life.

Time flies. Lines and edges are blurred.

The drama, the heat, the  facets take over you.

The beats riveting deep in your bones, the music leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

The tears, the pain, the sleepless nights;

the adrenaline rush, the nerves, the frantic helplessness.

The arguments, the distress, the bewilderment.

The people, the cards, the food;

the endless hope, the laughs, the stories.

The memories made.

This, Is where I belong.


Somethings are just worth doing.



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