The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time
I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger.
Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
On being hit by a semi truck
Embracing my inner space cowboy