Riding full speed, the windier the better. Screaming another's words that somehow give speech to your own feelings. Here you are untouchable. Sorrow and anger run freely and unapologetically. Where you ride, it matters little. Just as long as it is away, meandering and free. Its up to you alone how you do it.
Distance matching emotion, the passerby hardly noticeable through a blur of hair and eyes burning.
It ebbs and flows, as the road bends and dips, interrupted by moments of pink sky and thought. This is a moving temple, a sanctuary of self that cannot be disrupted. Speed is power and relief, as you soar onward.
Because on your feet you are stuck to a ground that offers little push or support. You tread on, heavy with swallowing it all. They day spins on and you do the best you can.
But then you ride into the blue, flying wildly with it all coming out the sides and letting yourself finally be the most basic wonderful you. Hopefully it leads you, in the end, to a bit of quiet. Peace is not always the final resting place, but the ride is essential. When the rest fails, it heals.
So ride and be free with no apologies. Soar and speed on to peace and a source of inspiration.
Ride until you learn love yourself more. You deserve it.