I ride, far, far away. Away from their eyes, their ears. Away from everybody's prying terms. My life there was never private. Each move I made was broadcast to society, bait for them to take. And then they were reeled into my life, whether they wished to be or not. And so I left. And now I ride. On and on, praying that for once, I can become a secret.
September 1, 2012