24/218 First love It was definitely an evening since the ground was covered half in shade. The game definitely had been completed since I was standing there along with other players doing something I couldn't clearly see. I was looking at myself from some high ground just like Holden Caulfield was looking at the football game in The Catcher in the Rye. It seemed like an inevitable dusk was coming not just in my ground but my life as well. My focus was on myself since I could see only the silhouettes of everyone else. The cricket pitch was split half between light and darkness. My back was facing me and I couldn't even see myself properly. But I was wearing black lower this I could definitely see there. About the t-shirt, it seemed like one of my cricket jerseys. The white number which must have been 14 reflected some light. It was a lonely, very lonely atmosphere out there. This is all that I remember about the dream I had. I have no idea how to interpret the dream so I wrote it out. Writing is cool but I like that version of myself the best. I miss being out there without a care in the world. I like when they have their eyeballs on the man with the number 14 on his back. Because they know something is going to happen as long as he's there, inspite of the dusk that follows. Because shades and lights keep changing but I– I always stay.
