I can't get enough
I'll never get enough
Of this wind in my hair
The thought that I'd dare
To fly away in vacuity
Pure bliss
Just a dance of freedom
The sun's kiss
Or a harder push,
A faster ride
Eyes closed
The sun's warmth, my guide
My heart rate slows
To what seems to be
The gentlest of stops....
...
Soaking in the sun
I open my eyes
For just a bit of more fun
So I push on
And on..
And on..
Another slide
Another slide
Another dance
A faster ride
I can't get enough
I'll never get enough
Of the speed
Of all this stuff
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A/N:
This chapter is purely about the unadulterated bliss experienced while longboarding (and I'm not talking about just commuting, people) PUSH, DON'T POLLUTE!!
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Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors
PoetryPretty writings! Mostly poetry about being in love (but theres other stuff too ^_^) Hope you like!! (2015)
