Heroin

When nothing in my world is making sense, it’s all violin strings and piano wire, when my heart is bruised and bleeding and for all those moments in between. A savoured sunset, fresh air, big skies. The exquisite pleasure of self-inflicted hurt.

The joy of occasionally getting it ‘just so’. Nailing a corner or the softest of treads.

Giggles that pull my face into a smile, shared with friends or just the birds, no matter which. Adrenalin, unfettered freedom, unadulterated, untarnished *just because* bliss.

Riding makes my heart sing. Nothing else comes close. Unlike life, loves and the weather it rarely fails me.

One Response to “Heroin”

  1. grant says:

    On a day where I’ve been trapped in the house (with an external interlude to fettle on the Spot), hearing about the fun times everyone else has been having, this helped.

    Lots.

    Thanks.

    ;-)

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