As I sit here waiting to feel the pain of my burning muscles through straining them past their limits. I'm thinking of how comforting a companion pain is and not just one small ache but more of an entire body as my torn muscles sqirm in agaony beneath my skin. It's almost as if the pain is embracing me, holding me, squeezing me tight as if in the arms of a loved one. Within pain, pain I have inflicted I find comfort...
Unknown "any ones to own" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 8 days ago

It's but all or nothing, I feel so dead, so numbed and dull if my heart isn't racing or my muscles aren't screaming. At night as I retire to sleep I wish I could ride my motor bike at 200km/h around a GP track or fly down a mountain at 70km/h on my mountain bike. I just want to feel alive...all the time.
Unknown "any ones to own" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 8 days ago

As I ride I push hard so I can feel pain, stress on my body as to feel alive. I ride hard hard never stopping till I reach the top, expelling all my strength till that top is reached. Only then does my body realise there is yet another hill to climb, it tries to stop me, it tries to shut down, it's like a fire in my chest as the air fills my lungs. My legs feel light, my stomach attempts to push out all that it's holding and my head tries to confuse me. I wont let my body quit, I continue to ride ignoring the signs, pretending they're not there, the pain is real and the fire of every breathe still fills my lungs but I wont give up till I'm through to the other side. With what seems like 100km more I have ridden the fire leaves my chest and my legs regain their power and I have once again raised my limits...
Unknown "any ones to own" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 8 days ago

A beautiful life defined as happiness is but perfect denial, day by day, minute by minute happiness is found then lost. A beautiful life is that at which a smile can be produced without force at the end of the day...

Unknown "any ones to own" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 8 days ago

I feel so bored so numbed, I want the passion inside me for life to explode, to release, to escape. I know not what I must do each day, all day to feel alive to feel like the me I know I am. What is the purpose of being and when will it be shown so I can complete this living or is it I who must generate this purpose...? To define myself, excitement and adrenalin with love and passion all of which to me is a motorcycle. To double all for me would be to have a woman who shares some of me and my passions within, I fear I will be forever searching, longing to find that one person, that one ever lasting love...
Unknown "any ones to own" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 9 days ago