10/10

I hadn’t used my phone in 40 hours (now 80) and this was my first climb in a few months. I got on my bike and raced down the road, despite my nerves. The spot was surrounded by lights, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

My memories of the past are lucid, yet time does not feel linear. The past and present are not distinct, memories forming from imagination.I need to leave, to fulfill my ideas and be one. It’s hard to be content without freedom. I always come short. Opportunity’s unbounded, but I am domesticated. I must do it alone.