She peddled fast, faster then an athlete at the Tour de France.
She whipped by houses.
She flew past her neighborhood stop signs, praying that no cars were coming.
She blew by mountains of leaves that sprung apart and exploded everywhere as a reaction to her speed. Flurries of the leaves glided along with the wind and landed in the tangled knot on her head that was considered hair.
Oh the joy!
She peddled impossibly faster, making sharp turns and narrow escapes from pestered pedestrians.
It helped her focus.
She was no longer focussing on the things that were to come.
She was no longer focussing on future jobs.
No longer focussing on school, friends, or family.
Those thoughts blew through her mind like the wind blew through her hair.
Constantly and uncontrollably.
She wanted those thoughts to be like the leaves the rode along the wind.
Free and lighthearted.
She was going to focus on now.
She was focussing on how raw and cracked her hands were from the ice cold wind.
She was focussing on the uncontrollable wind that blew free leaves into her hair.
She was focussing on how mother wouldn't be pleased at the mess she had made of herself, and how she wasn't going to care.
She was focussing on how she was going to be the leaf that flew freely alongside the wind.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
