Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I grip firmly onto the handle bars, the tension increases between the wind and I, the rough waves create a bumpy ride, and I stare out but all I see is the open ocean. I tea red, I squinted as I amplified the speed to feel more like I’m fulfilling my adventure. Suddenly the feeling of reality washed away as I just idealized everything around me, I wanted to let go of the handlebars and have the waves guide me through but I knew that wasn’t possible.
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