Wind, rain, cold, heat.
I feel them as living, breathing entities.
To know that all around me is alive,
To know that I am alive.
The bike between my thighs,
The road beneath my wheels.
The vibrations of the living world trembling through my body,
Telling me I am alive.
The sting of rain on my cheeks,
Searing heat rising from the asphalt.
The spurt of fear, rush of adrenaline,
Affirms that I am alive.
Leather wrapped against the frigid air
I see them look at me as if I were crazy
But to lose my spirit, my soul, my freedom would be true insanity.
Instead every cell within screams “I am alive.”
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