I write to learn. I publish to teach.
So I just got back from this bike ride…
I left so I didn’t have to think about my future anymore. The sun was setting and the breeze from my motion felt good, so I peddled hard.Really. Fucking. Hard.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Mya. Mya had long, dark hair and a heart so big she could hear its rhythm in her sleep. She loved all types of people and dreamt of the happiness she might one day bring…