THE SCENE

It's a beautiful Friday afternoon in the beginning of June. The sun, high in the sky, beats steadily on the uncovered necks and faces of unsuspecting students. The atmosphere is ripe with anticipation of an approaching summer. Students are departing from a crowded high school, with increasingly high numbers of youth emerging from numerous doors. Yellow school-buses montonously line the curb across the street from the school, with younger-looking students boarding them in abundance.

FIRST ENCOUNTER
He walks without intent, with a calculated idea to land plans for the night
Little does he know a seed would be planted with every-day demands for some light
He encounters friends, small-talk follows.. Talk of what's going down in the evening
Plans discussed, but not set it in stone.. "I'll call you later," all amounts to him leaving
The walk continues, people flow by like an endless river.. More talk ensues, with thrills and threats..
Wait, what was that? His eyes must be deceiving.. Or was that a perfectly-orchestrated silhouette?
He hangs a right and says, "Goodbye.." Leaves his friends and looks to make a smooth delivery..
Encounters the goddess, her looks could singlehandedly make or break or soothe his misery..


THE MIND IS RUSHED WITH THOUGHTS
Glances exchanged.. His chances remain.. The seeds of romance dance in his brain
This enhances the pain, he's sandwiched with flames.. Heat shoots up his legs as his advance is in vein..

THE MIND SLOWS BACK DOWN
He boards his bus on cloud nine, his thoughts gathered but questions run rapidly through the mind
The body is paralyzed, knees shaking, hands trembling.. Chills run happily up his spine
An abnormally quiet ride.. Usually jokes are cracked, but, this time, a conscience is what the boss displays
He takes a gander out the window.. There she is, staring back at him, an angelic spirit across the way
Eyes lock, the feelings rush back.. The premeditated ideas are forgotten, he stands and curbs his patience
Is admiration traded? Now she's out of sight, he's still trembling, hands damp with perspiration

WHAT IF?
"What if these feelings are a bit elementary?" he thinks to himself, she has mesmorized his time
"What if I see her anywhere? What if she's unreachable? What would I do if she sets her eyes on mine?
I'd be paralyzed, what if I fall? What if I lose myself? What if these questions never brighten?"
Thoughts run rampid, he stares blankly ghost-faced as his complexion becomes whitened

A SECOND ENCOUNTER
Night has fell upon the scene.. Balls bounce ceremoniously at the courts of the town
No need to guess.. But a missed jump-shot is surely not the source of his frown
Twenty to Nineteen, the boy holds the ball in his hand, the air invigorated with the scent of Black and Milds
A step back, clutch "J" wins it.. Oh what a moment, she even applauds and cracks a smile

..MORALIZED..
The "What If's" run early and often.. "What if she doesn't like me?" "What if my confidence is dissolved and bested?"
"What if I just try it?" In the words of our glorious president, everyday resolves are tested
But pessimism is not the answer, always see the glass half full.. Leave your deceit in a lead cup
What if you took my words for granted? What if you decided to discontinue keepin your head up?

it's The End.






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