legs like pistons

Posted on June 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Journey (Tanka)

I mounted my bike.
I pedaled all through the night.
Legs like pistons pumped.
I arrived where I began.
Journey is destination.

What I’m Reading:

“… if discontent is your disease, travel is medicine. It resensitizes. It opens you up to see outside the patterns you follow. Because new places require new learning.”

— Jedediah Jenkins / To Shake the Sleeping Self: A Journey from Oregon to Patagonia, and a Quest for a Life with No Regret

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....

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