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pedaling at such heightened speeds fueled by frustration, he soars accross black gashes lined with glowing poles and dark buildings. large dark objects of metal and rubber careen by, narrowly missing his left flank.
he presses on.
miles drift by like minutes and he is more calm now than he has been in weeks. harder and harder he pushes; faster and faster they spin; closer and closer he becomes.
a lady walks in the distance, but refuses to dwindle from her path of travel. a clank of metal, a skid of tires, a backwards glare at the lady...but none in return...not even a glance. a dismounted chain is fixed relatively easy, but the pride is much harder to swallow.
and still he presses on.
arriving in good time, he is greeted warmly by friends and a cold bottle. good music and good people mix in an energetic and blissful conversation of movement on a soiled carpet that suffices as a dance floor. he is happier than he has been in weeks.
she sits quietly with her friends on the sloped concrete pathway, and he awkwardly says hello with a small peck on the cheek. she returns the greeting, and he is adrift on the tides of euphoria.
he can live another day.
with only time in the world to give, he and they together create another lifetime. and it soon becomes time to end the dance.
another trek of equal distance on empty streets that will soon feel the hustle and bustle of the hectic business life. but for now, no lights lie ahead or behind, and he feels free on the lonely highway. a time to reflect as the sun rises from the mountains, spilling down its slopes and pooling in its valleys. he swims in glad feelings and cool morning air.
and he can die happy.
he presses on.
miles drift by like minutes and he is more calm now than he has been in weeks. harder and harder he pushes; faster and faster they spin; closer and closer he becomes.
a lady walks in the distance, but refuses to dwindle from her path of travel. a clank of metal, a skid of tires, a backwards glare at the lady...but none in return...not even a glance. a dismounted chain is fixed relatively easy, but the pride is much harder to swallow.
and still he presses on.
arriving in good time, he is greeted warmly by friends and a cold bottle. good music and good people mix in an energetic and blissful conversation of movement on a soiled carpet that suffices as a dance floor. he is happier than he has been in weeks.
she sits quietly with her friends on the sloped concrete pathway, and he awkwardly says hello with a small peck on the cheek. she returns the greeting, and he is adrift on the tides of euphoria.
he can live another day.
with only time in the world to give, he and they together create another lifetime. and it soon becomes time to end the dance.
another trek of equal distance on empty streets that will soon feel the hustle and bustle of the hectic business life. but for now, no lights lie ahead or behind, and he feels free on the lonely highway. a time to reflect as the sun rises from the mountains, spilling down its slopes and pooling in its valleys. he swims in glad feelings and cool morning air.
and he can die happy.