I found it, I finally found my place of peace. It’s somewhere between 90 and 120 on the bike. Zipping in and out of traffic barely missing other vehicles. At that moment when my life is in the most danger my soul is at peace. Maybe I’m broken, but that’s my peace when I’m close to death. I guess “normal” people don’t flirt with death, but that’s my favorite relationship, the only one that’s ever given me everything I ever needed.













