The Moped – night-time thought


The Moped

Each time at night when I hear a motorcycle or a moped outside in the streets somewhere in the distance…driving, passing… fading…it reminds me of my first memories. The first memories I’ve had. I remember lying in bed at night in the darkness with the window open during the hot summer nights… hearing the sound of a moped driving past while I lay there awake, lonely, so lonely. Scared and alone because I was alone. And the feeling never faded, I still have the same feeling inside, this memory when I lie at night alone…and hear this faint sound of a moped driving, passing… fading in the distance… down the quiet, quiet streets.

(c) Rebel Rayn/Andrea Rayn


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