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!"