Dear Life; or The Art of Letting Go

My feet firmly connected to the ground I am still standing on, the motorbike feels heavy and strange underneath me. I look down the curvy road that lies in front of me and bite my lip, not admitting that I am scared. Sandy trails cover the streets like dirty blotches and helmets seem to be…

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Gone With The Wind

Dark clouds frame the horizon as I walk towards the water that still lies perfectly even in front me. It is this calm before the storm that makes my body ache with anticipation — like a wave that is slowly building even when it still remains hidden from the surface. How far can you go…

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