Every so often, I write what I an actually thinking. No soul under me. Plenty of work to do.
The rest of the world rips and tears the rubber right off like an orc-ish barbarian. You can fight and struggle. But, until you find that the ride is your center. ..
That commitment to the cycle is what gets you going. ..
That the rolling box is an irritant. ..
That life is just times in between rides. ..
That the caress of the wind stinging you is a sweet kiss. ..
Well, maybe it's just me.
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