I used to be scared of the motorcycle John rode. I still get nervous around turns, but have tried to be much calmer about it. It's a Kawasaki ninja silver/gray bike, and I'm not a big girl, but I'm not petite either, and I think little people fair much better on the back. But I still like it, and it gives me a nice excuse to cling tight to John.
John and I took the bike out last night over to Hec and Cam's house in Millbury, MA to watch the Bruins game. At about 10pm a storm warning came up. John's like "Em, we have to go now! So I jumped on the back of the bike with him. Rain drops were starting to fall and huge flashes of lightening were blasting all around. AND JOHN WENT FAST. It was intense... a rush, and I could do nothing but hold on tight! and I actually loved it. The rain opened up from the sky, and the thunder echoed through my helmet.... I never thought I'd love riding on the back of that bike, but I loved the thrill of everything last night. Made me feel like I was really alive.
i'm just a silly girl . a dreamer of dreams . learning life can be as crazy as it seems . I’ve come undone . i've fallen apart . Faded and cracked like old ancient art . But My head is smart and I’m still following my heart . Praying that at the end of this road, Is a fresh new start…
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