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the asphalt beneath your feet
Jul. 8th, 2009 04:38 pmIt feels good to be on wheels again. As childish as it sounds, there's something great and magical about eating up all that tar under your feet and feeling so natural at something even though it's been two years since you last did it. Yes, shut up, I am waxing lyrical about rollerblading. Shutupshutupshutup.
Some things you just don't forget, no matter how hard you try (why would you?).
Like the good times you spend with people.
Like the feeling of knowing something in your muscles, sinews and bones.
Like how the shoreline used to look two years ago, it's just as nice now as it was two years ago, perhaps even better.
You can't forget the things that are in your heart.
I wondered about what would be the thing that has changed my life over these last three years, if to someone else, breaking her leg changed hers. Despite the momentary unease of not being able to come up with something immediately, I felt happy. It is not that there is nothing, but instead there are many things, so many things I don't even know where to begin.
Some things you just don't forget, no matter how hard you try (why would you?).
Like the good times you spend with people.
Like the feeling of knowing something in your muscles, sinews and bones.
Like how the shoreline used to look two years ago, it's just as nice now as it was two years ago, perhaps even better.
You can't forget the things that are in your heart.
I wondered about what would be the thing that has changed my life over these last three years, if to someone else, breaking her leg changed hers. Despite the momentary unease of not being able to come up with something immediately, I felt happy. It is not that there is nothing, but instead there are many things, so many things I don't even know where to begin.
