Spokes spinning,
In the race against no one,
I’m winning.
Pedaling,
In the air I feel free.

My friends tell me
I have an obsession.
I tell them
I have patience.
<3

I’m waiting for the catharsis
That doesn’t come.
The dried salt cracks
When I move my face,
Reminding me, as it
Leaves its trace,
Of what I wouldn’t be.

It's funny darling

how when we have 

nothing to say,

it's the most audible

thing in the room.

Oh yes it does matter
What you say,
And what you think,
And the reason for
That look on your face.

I've got no more goals
and forgotten all my dreams
when you're around.
I just don't know
if that's a bad thing.