You know that feeling. The one that kicks in when you ride home on your bike in the middle of the night after having spent a wonderful evening at your friends house. Or after having been to a dinner you never wanted to end. That feeling of belonging. And serenity. The moment it appears you cannot help but smile.
That is what I'm feeling. And it makes me sad. Because I know something, something that everyone else knows aswell. They know of the fact, I know of the feeling. The feeling of leaving. Again. And as I sit on my bike, roll down the hill and think that life is pretty good, I cannot shake that feeling. Questioning. Doubtful.
If life is so perfect at this moment, then why do I keep running away?
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