bicycleofthoughts

“Strawberry, original blue or mint chocolate chip?” I asked, as always. She never stuck to one, always changing her mind. We usually bought two, sharing both. Now I am sitting alone, tasting a flavor that feels like I am a baby in a car, in the driving seat, neither my feet reach the brakes, nor hands reach the steering wheel. I am just here to look out the window, just to observe.​

Max