I have been neglectful, forgive me. I permitted myself to get weighed down in the details of eveyday living. The details then become life, and at some point I stop seeing or thinking and only respond to "what's for dinner?"
I saw you riding your bike a few days ago. I nearly honked my horn but you looked so peaceful with those curls flying in the air.
How jealous I am of you at times. I too own a bicycle. It sits gathering dust bunnies in my garage, taunting me and making me feel guilty. I see you riding and I wish I had it in me to ride. I wish was the kind of person to order a salad because I actually wanted one. You do that. I want to take a book to a coffee house and sit and just read. You do that. I want to go for walks just because. You do that.
I wish I wish I want.
To be more like you.
