2024 04 09 wheelspin

wheelspin

Oh how lovely the rush of air. The way the earth becomes a blur with the twist of the throttle.

The memory of wheelspin on the bike was hidden away for a long time.

-- So much grace. Makes me try again,
Makes me want to see the smile every morning when I wake up. Makes me to create new memories everyday for a long long time. --

Time - Count down

It's only a day back home, i already feel the dread of living alone again. Those days without an ear to listen, my voice was lost, the words never came.