I drag my hands through my hair
They don't slide smoothly
Almost as if my worries take this chance to tangle up in my fingers
I fix my eyes on the cars passing by, but i don't budge.
My legs lay limp and my whole body is relaxed
Rain begins to drip onto my face, landing softly on my cheeks
It is almost too careful, as if the clouds are delicately sending rain drops one by one
I still don't move.
A deafening screech violently moves my attention to the road
A car is coming towards me
The driver's eyes are wild, and fearful...
Their hands making grand gestures to steer the car out of my path
I won't move.
I feel crazy but strangely more in control than the driver...
Then it hits me
Metal and bones intermingling
Everything is black but bright all at once
Now i can't move, it is no longer a choice.
