The hum hums: Not A Novel

We were off again outside, and he rode his bike like laughter, sharp turns and slow glances at the town below us. The town looked like edible diamonds from up there, jewels of a hungry dark night. Gusts of silent thoughts were an expected thing up there and still not normal. He said, "We goin' up and up and above." I agreed after gulping all that sharp mountain air, due to which my throat got bladed from the inside, but I couldn't care less. My limbs were all white and rusty from the lack of moisture, but I couldn't care less. It felt like it was never going to end because we don't want to go anywhere, we have no destination, so I believe that it's never going to end like how obvious-things in this obvious-world end.