the hill

Henry He
Henry He
Nov 23, 2015 · 1 min read

I’m racing down the hill on my red road bike
I got it second-hand and fixed it up
myself

In the dark
lights reflect off the wet pavement
The thin back tire
splashes muddy rainwater on my back

It’s quiet
except for the running of my chain
it’s quiet

I stand up on the pedals and imagine everything breaking apart
it makes me smile
I haven’t bled in a while

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