Down hill

December 14, 2009
By sarahdee GOLD, Swansea, Illinois
sarahdee GOLD, Swansea, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything had changed suddenly--the tone, the moral climate; you didn't know what to think, whom to listen to. As if all your life you had been led by the hand like a small child and suddenly you were on your own, you had to learn to walk by yourself. There was no one around, neither family nor people whose judgment you respected. At such a time you felt the need of committing yourself to something absolute--life or truth or beauty--of being ruled by it in place of the man-made rules that had been discarded. You needed to surrender to some such ultimate purpose more fully, more unreservedly than you had ever done in the old familiar, peaceful days, in the old life that was now abolished and gone for good."

I feel like I’m a little girl again,

Driving down a steep hill on my Barbie bike

Full speed ahead
But the wind in my hair

And the scream in my throat

And the feeling of floating keeps my feet up high
And I know that even if I do try to stop

I’m going to fast, so that

The second my feet hit the pedals
The bike will stop and I will fly forward

Adrenaline pulsing through my veins

And fear widening my eyes
The only difference is now; I don’t want to stop,

To slow,

To linger.
I want to go faster, and faster, and faster.

And if I try to stop, I want to scrape my knees.

I will not cry.
You can keep your precious band-aids.

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