blind, frisbee.

As I looked into the sky, a voice rang out within my head.

"If you just get over it, if you just walk away, you glorify God".

There's apparently this move in frisbee where you nudge your opponent from behind to occupy his attention. Darting to get the disc the moment he turns to investigate the irritation.

Apparently it's a move. But obviously it isn't. Frisbee is a non contact sport. Funny if it has a tactic which involves precisely violating that one rule.

And you know me. It annoys the shit out of me when people try to pull the wool over my eyes. We're how old? Why are we still being dishonest? And what's with the confidence with which you said it? Where did you draw that from? Your dullness?

The thoughts driving me into madness, the next moment, I found myself blinded.
Yeap, the nudges at an irritable rhythm were felt along my back. This sizzling euphoria filled my skull, creeping up from my jaw into my brain.
My elbow shot up and hit the guy in his ribs. Turning around and giving the most sinister smile,
"Hey, this blind thing is pretty useful" I said.

I think... I performed a blind in more than one sense.
And even as my anger burns on, I struggle to notice what I've lost today.

Another chance, slipped out just like that. Where in blind rage I deprived myself from the only chance to do the right thing tonight.
If you had kept your eyes open, if you let your mind fight off your heart...

The ifs add fuel to the fire.