when it falls

i had so much to blog about.

about my new tattoos.
about school and its idiosyncrasies.
about clubbing and movida.
about womad.
about life in general.

and then i went to soccernet.
to my utter and absolute horror and shock, antonio puerta, sevilla's midfielder, had passed away.

i saw the way he collapsed during the match against getafe.
he simply fell unconscious on the halfway line, was resuscitated, and collapsed again.
he was in critical care and sadly, passed away.
at the tender age of 22.
he was going to be a father in a month's time.
and he was at the peak of his health, a professional footballer in the primera liga.

life is so unpredictable.
dont ever take it for granted.
honestly, i dont care if anyone thinks this is emo.
stop always putting up a false front.
it really is a sad, sad event.

theres a clip of it on youtube, but i dont wanna post it.
i watched it and it really is traumatic.
honestly.

antonio puerta, my prayers are with you.
rest in peace.

bat country

thank you to the powers that be.
for letting me mosh my guts and brains out,
while avenged sevenfold ripped the stage to shreds.

circle pit.
bare bodied moshing.
unholy confessions live.
a highlight of my life so far.