And in that moment, I swear we were infinite

09 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment

by Charlie in E, love and cheesiness, sadness and everything along with it, traveling (whether real or unreal)

I have been awake for over 36 hours, but I won’t be able to sleep until I’ve written about a bit of what happened the past two days. It was emotional hell, I’ll tell you that much. Tuesday and Wednesday molded into one very long night, and it still hasn’t ended for me. To say that what happened last night was unexpected is a big understatement. Even I didn’t know I could do such bravery (or foolishness?). It went from bad to worse, to emotional breakdown, to resolution and finally, to redemption.

Last night was unbelievably unbelievable, I swear. But there are things that only an early morning motorcycle ride (at 100kph along C5) can fix. It was exhilarating—the sound of the wind blowing my hair, the cars whirring past us in a blur, the cold morning chill and the dawn breaking while we sped up as if we were in competition with the sunrise. It was what I needed to get rid of the previous night’s worries.

And I felt it. I really felt infinite—that we were infinite. And I could think of nothing else that could have made me happier.

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