it's so simple. I am a breathing organism that endures all sorts of weather. It is cold, I get on my bike and I pedal through the air, my fingers go numb, and my mind is as clear as the sky. my heart beats fast, I love the way it felt to have his arm around my side, and I can tell he doesn't want me that much. Nothing sticks, it passes through like the air in my lungs, and I feel empty, and bright. Do I feel? The lights change and I can see them so I pedal. I make it hear to there and it is all quite beautiful and brisk. perhaps you could never love a place like this, maybe it's only aesthetic, maybe you're looking for something "real" / but I can only tell you that what you're looking for / you are a blind man. my heart beats fast and it all falls through, it all falls up and here here here and whyever do I need a there? but there is always there. here is passing through, like the air in my lungs.