Saturday, July 29, 2017

Who Am I?

Who am I? Who I am is more than a list of things rattled off rapid fire. More than something to be contemplated for writing assignments. I am Milo Ambrose among other things a student in a class. I am a human being above the influences that I fill up my soul with. I am free whether physically or mentally. Luckily I have many things to choose from. By that thinking I am the product of influenced by things I cannot control. Before someone asks me how I feel. I’m happy for such games of chance comes love. As well games of chance bring loss. I am a person mine mind full of confusion. The unexamined life I’ve examined when time is a surplus like buying shoes when money is at a surplus. I hate returning things.
Barn Stormers

All the neighborhood clubs. Tight fit but game on. Strike a blow side of the house. The league is rowdy. Shooting close call. ‘Wise they rest advantage shoot one over the roof. Consider his batting average left side windows breaker. Summer circuit rebound from the structure keep him at single base. The big club put your name on your shirt. Situational hitting. Barn stormers. They’re cross streets travelling team.


Well sight of the goal and still a great play to score. Big boys and their blitzes throw right side . Stretch for it. There is snow. Single tally settle it home club. Collective talent the day of sounds. Back and forth. It’s yard lines turned to mud and bloody uniforms. But strike this side of the field then hold until official time. I played further clubs. Losing end witness tally this match. Is cold on the water front game like this. January game like this.