"No more!" I lamented to myself.
In full throttle, I sped into God knows where. Escape was unavailable but I needed to run away, far away from the loneliness that consumed me. Yet, I know, it always accompanied me, no matter where I ran to. How could I feel the joy and glee when I was trapped in a pit of despair that was my very own house? I thought a home and a family were supposed to be everything a boy could ask for. Yet, there is an aching heart. How was this possible? What more could I asked for?
Water dripped onto my face and I felt the soft touch of the sky's tears as though it knows the pain I was enduring. Moments later, a drizzle soaked Mother Earth and from there, a heavy shower was formed. I wanted to stop and feel the raindrops. As naive as it sounded, I liked to believe the rain could wash away my insecurity and sadness.
Taking off my helmet, I disregard all the safety rules and I felt the nature tears. It hid my own from drivers and riders around. Closing my eyes, I floated into a reverie, ignoring the nuisance that surrounds my life. As I took in the serenity, I failed to notice the red light ahead.
In an instant, a honk destroyed the peace of the scene. I opened my eyes and realized, I passed the red light and a truck was well within a few meters to my left. It was too late. There was no avoidance of this situation. I closed my eyes again as I prepared for the impact. In my mind, I wondered, would I feel the rain again as I moved on?
I waited...waited for the physical pain, the unconsciousness...even death. Nothing.
Yet, nothing. I skidded across the road, suffering minor injuries but I was still...alive. Getting up, I looked back as I covered my wounds, I saw people, getting out from their vehicles and stared at me in awe. I saw the trunk mashed up at the front but my body and bike were still intact.
In all this bewilderment, the rains continued to fall from the sky and I wondered, "Why am I still alive?"