It's still in here, somewhere, I'm sure of it. The heart I want to give you is somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, or perhaps the edge of the galaxy. I know that I can find it, again, I just need time.
They met at work had pleasant conversations. They talk at the bar getting more personal with one another. He was sober with so much change over the years. It was weird for him to be in a bar not having a drop of alcohol. They talked about their situations. She was working to support her child. While he worked trying to come up with another plan to progress.
last week, a black car appeared out of nowhere while i was riding my bike on a busy street. the headlights burnt my eyes and my fingers clung to the handle bar.
i think i died once then. i passed the initiation. now, it is time to risk.
this thing with two wheels is everything i own. New York is 200 miles away. i am going to ride the bike that once brought me to death to the most golden point.