Bygone Bicyclist

It is not just in novels or the movies
It is not just in long distance commercials
Or something that you thought you felt back in high school
It is not just in poetry and stories
It is truth, and it will follow you
Everywhere you go from now on; it is like a song
Now, you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie
Oh what a sweet discovery

Love could be a mystical beast, and it would still draw people. Think of something between Bigfoot and a brownie. Just the idea of it is enough, even if your life is void of it. If it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t matter to anyone. The hoax of it is plenty. Are you afraid of being eaten alive by Nessie, or do you get excited at first note of a possible sighting? I’ll take my chances swimming in the Loch Ness.

When did it become taboo to follow your dreams and do the things you love? Somewhere down the road people fall into a predisposed rhythm of life. Sure, some people get away with following their heart, but the majority search and search while the answer is right there. Haven’t you ever wondered why some birds stay in the same place, when they could fly anywhere they want? Maybe you should ask yourself the same question.

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i miss …
the way you looked at me as i held you
your piano talent
making you smile
wonderful eyes
dreaming of travels with you
falling asleep on the sandy beach, only warm thanks to you
that you lied to our friends about who kissed who first
your incessant texts and calls while im lost somewhere on the globe
singing you to sleep
being the last voice you heard
being the first voice you heard
how your family asked about me, and you were too embarrassed to answer
how you refuse to be photogenic, even if you are the most picture perfect thing to me
how you kissed me, thinking i was too drunk to recall after that night
arguing, just to hear your voice
sleep deprivation, to stay up to talk to you
sleeping awkward on the couch, so i could hold you
being rained on in the desert
… on the beach
… in the forest
dreaming of you
thinking of you
waiting to hear your voice
missing you

For a while I’ve tried to find a clever way to note on a post I came across two or three weeks ago. Katie, a fantasmic person from my summer wrote so perfectly an excerpt of my life (and she didn’t even know it). Strangely enough, until I read it, I hadn’t actually thought about it. Now that I have, it rings so true to my life though. Who said it was okay (and possible) to have a crush on EVERYONE!? Cut it out, me. Seriously.

On a side note, I’m finally a little more pleased with life’s direction as of late. I’m spending more time with my studies, and that is a huge miss of mine from the last few months. More riding, singing, cooking and joy fill my days, and…well, who can complain about that, right?

I love crepes, and cannot stop making them.

I finally finished (re)painting one of my bikes. It turned out so surprisingly gorgeous, and I love riding it (even more so now), even if it is a crappy Nishiki conversion. On the note of bicycles: My damage claim for my damn-near-new Bianchi from this summer is finally turning a positive face. I’m being told my check is on the way, which means five months of waiting, complaining and hoping has finally paid off.

Some random pictures of a recent Faber car