ride like hell

I rode out late yesterday afternoon watching myself for over my right shoulder. dislocation or disembodiment for me is painful and reminiscent of a fractured youth. throttle open I started to think about choices.

I find that when i am purely responsive to life I lose focus and in my distraction begin to despair. I could have died today. I know that's true everyday but somedays more than others. swerving around the escalade making the illegal left my heart didn't skip a beat. my body is a map of my heart and my mind makes choices without my body's consent.