where the brave go

Yesterday i met an old friend, he said, i live by your words and i am better... "what happen?" he asked.. and we reminisce how brave i was while I try to bury the truth that I made a big mistake leaving them there in the mental sanctuary. "I should have stayed there" whispered the voice in my heart as I took one slow and heavy walk to my bike. Zinggggg..!! the two strokes engine started. the faster i go the more i remember how ready i am to get killed on the road. and i realize i have left my bravery on the road. brave enough to challenge fate and cheat death. warm tears stream down my cheek. the voice whispers again "weak!"