Metaphorically Gone

Feeling Free

I love riding my bike, on a cold windy night. I feel the best when I am riding very fast on the street with the wind fighting against me and my headphones blast with my eyes not on the rode, but on the stars. It is almost like, I'm floating in the starry night sky and nothing could hurt me. I feel so absolutely free with just me, the stars and my headphones. Where in reality, a car could come at any moment and end my life right then and there. For a depressed person there comes the moment when we stop looking for cars as we cross the street full of traffic. When we stop riding on the sidewalks to ensure safety, and begin riding in the street. When we stop caring if we look "up to the standard quo". When nothing really matters anymore. At this point, we just do not care. We know no one is ever going to save us, so we stopped trying. I for one, happen to be apart of the we.