Cyclists

I dreamt about bicycles last night. Logic would tell me that this is because I've been riding my bike for the past two days straight, so of course it would make sense for me to have that on my mind. But logic isn't always the most comforting, so I decided I would look up the meaning of it in a book a friend lent me. It reads as follows:
"Bicycle: You are being set in motion to move on or break bonds with someone or with a familiar situation. Doing so will be easy or difficult according to the ease or difficulty of the bike ride."
I found this to be of no help considering that I was not the one riding the bicycle. Instead it was a group of passer-bys getting their bikes from the bike stands and riding off. I brushed the dream off and continued with my morning routine.

I used to be okay with being alone. I accepted the fact that I had nobody but myself. I chose to stay as detached as possible, even if it meant I would have friends that would forget me the second I was gone. It was easier that way. Or at least that's what you think, until you see everyone riding their bicycles without you and you're left there alone wondering how long until the next group of cyclists will come in for a quick stop at your station. And you're hoping that maybe this will be the group that will ask you to come along for the ride, because you're tired of being between the stage of being able to say hello when you pass them in the hallway but not being able to call them when you're in tears ready to give up. The thing is, that wall I built up is getting harder and harder to maintain, and I'm sure that a simple blow will knock it down. Is having someone to call when I'm at my lowest worth the possibility of getting hurt? Maybe not, but I'm so tired of watching people come and go and this time, I don't think I have the strength to continue wiping my own tears.