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I rode with my seat belt on for the first time and I felt like a liar. I wasn't trying to be complex, difficult, or deep. I just wanted to feel safe. As the petal neared the floor I began to realize that it didn't make any difference-- it was a game and I was all in. I began to feel trapped, a sort of tugging. I had restricted myself and questioned the questions I had had. I tired every yawn and when the wheels stopped turning I got out and questioned them some more. These things may never be answered and to be honest I only wonder when I get bored. Travel however far or near but we're not going anywhere-- at least not anytime soon. He gives me a smile and I take it graciously; all I really wanted was some company. His mind was drowning in questions but he couldn't afford air and I knew it the day we met. There was nothing special or appealing about him but I wanted his company and he wanted mine.