bicycleofthoughts

I feel like I am being brought back to ground after flying high for a week. It feels like I am missing something, something I had and now I don’t. I am looking at the cool blue sky sitting in my chair and all I am thinking is that I have felt higher this sky. There is this sinking feeling like I am made of metal and I can’t be picked up. I can’t move. I can’t be moved. I am forced to enjoy the silence of the blowing wind in my face. The coldness of this wind is being poured in my heart.

All these years I was searching for something; I was searching for a creature. A wild animal, who always lives high above the clouds without a care. An animal that goes through fun faster than your mom goes through your bags when you come back home. A party animal. Turns out, I was the party animal all along. At least for the last week. I can’t deny that.

Was it worth it? Yes. This is a feeling that I haven’t felt in a long time. It only means that I miss the things that I was doing. I will do them again.