Wow!! I received an overwhelmed amazing response to this on my photo blog Roaming Urban Gypsy. It was incredible. My words resonated with many people. So many of us are forced to hide our true selves. Our true honest feelings. We wear the mask and play the part. However on my nightly 1:00 am travels to Penn Station to catch the subway train home this abandoned pink bike captured my thoughts. So beautiful yet abandoned.
Abandoned. I know this feeling. I know that land.
In the midst of the maddening crowd yet still unknown. In the land of dark mournful streets. Waiting on someone to sing the dirge. Lay siege to emptiness. Oh Yes. Abandoned is a place I know well. Too well. Virtually ignored save by one of a familiar tribe. Neglected. Abandoned.
I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out before Him my complaint; before Him I tell my trouble. Psalm 142:1-2 NIV
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 
Nice bike!
Thanks. Yes. Beautiful and lonely bike.
It looks like it needs a good home and I hope it finds one. 🙂
If not claimed it will go to the New York city auction.
Just so it goes to someone who would both appreciate it and need it. Someone who might otherwise not have a bike. 🙂
I’ve never been to a New York city auction but I guess whoever can pay will get the pink bike.
I imagine. C’est la vie!
I like how you related the bike to the words.
Thanks. The bike was my inspiration.
A good one, obviously!!