Gravel crunching,
Legs pedaling,
Flying around corners,
Asphalt flying beneath my wheels,
This is what joy is.
Legs pedaling,
Flying around corners,
Asphalt flying beneath my wheels,
This is what joy is.
Biking
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Grief
Stop.
Do not tell me that "it will all be okay!"
Because it won't.
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It's quieter some days,
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It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
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Angry.
It shouts at me,
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