okay some weird reflection thing I wrote based on my bike ride today...I just felt like posting it here cause I am trying to learn how to improve my writing. I really hope my Onii-san, Jing, reads it cause I write like this alot on my myspace blog but he doesn't read my blog ]': ..ahh im starting to ramble!!! So I'd love some critical replies. ^^ Tell me my writing's crap and how to make it better..but then again compliments always make me feel all warm inside. here it goes...
I went bike riding today, on my day off. I used to always go on bike rides with my dad. But I haven't in so long. I don't believe I ever will.
Well anyway I was riding I forgot how free it was to race down adandoned alleyways recklessly. The harsh wind burning your eyes, blowing your hair, taking you into this world where pain and pleasure melt and into an odd sort of harmony. As I get to the end of that alleyway turning into the busy streets. I get nervous. I get anxious. The wind dies as I start to push down on my breaks. Sliding back into reality, where pain and pleasure are very, very different or at least seem that way. I reach the curve and start to wonder what if the wind, that high, had impaired my ability, making it so I can't hear the cars rushing threatening a safe turn into the street. What if I turn and trouble hits me sends me flying off my bike and wounds me? And what if I don't survive? But what if I was just being to worried? What if this concern is just keeping me from the thrill that wind sends me on? What if I don't get the full ride because of my paranoia?
Those questions race through my mind as I ride turning on to the side walk. Hah. I'm a coward. I didn't turn into the street but the sidewalk. And some how riding on the sidewalk, I fell. Scratched my wrist and leg and messed up my arm somehow. It kinda hurts but nothing too serious. So I stopped riding and sat in someone's front yard. I watched the gash in my leg bleed and drip onto my shoe as the blades of grass tickle my legs. I sat there and didn't get up for an hour or two going over the questions that raced in my head. And I really still haven't found an answer. Will I ever…? I fear I won't ever be able too.
I went bike riding today, on my day off. I used to always go on bike rides with my dad. But I haven't in so long. I don't believe I ever will.
Well anyway I was riding I forgot how free it was to race down adandoned alleyways recklessly. The harsh wind burning your eyes, blowing your hair, taking you into this world where pain and pleasure melt and into an odd sort of harmony. As I get to the end of that alleyway turning into the busy streets. I get nervous. I get anxious. The wind dies as I start to push down on my breaks. Sliding back into reality, where pain and pleasure are very, very different or at least seem that way. I reach the curve and start to wonder what if the wind, that high, had impaired my ability, making it so I can't hear the cars rushing threatening a safe turn into the street. What if I turn and trouble hits me sends me flying off my bike and wounds me? And what if I don't survive? But what if I was just being to worried? What if this concern is just keeping me from the thrill that wind sends me on? What if I don't get the full ride because of my paranoia?
Those questions race through my mind as I ride turning on to the side walk. Hah. I'm a coward. I didn't turn into the street but the sidewalk. And some how riding on the sidewalk, I fell. Scratched my wrist and leg and messed up my arm somehow. It kinda hurts but nothing too serious. So I stopped riding and sat in someone's front yard. I watched the gash in my leg bleed and drip onto my shoe as the blades of grass tickle my legs. I sat there and didn't get up for an hour or two going over the questions that raced in my head. And I really still haven't found an answer. Will I ever…? I fear I won't ever be able too.