I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
Listen/Download: In a Manner of Speaking - Nouvelle Vague
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These days, it’s almost impossible for me to sit through a trip in a car without getting mini panic attacks each time it looks as if the vehicle I’m in is a wee bit too close to one in the next lane. I don’t know, but I guess there’s something about falling off a motorcycle in the middle of the expressway that diminishes your confidence in road safety. Suddenly you become all too aware of the delicate balance between life and death; the fine line that can so easily be crossed with just a single careless mistake made in a split second. There was no one to be blamed that fateful evening in November. Somehow you already know this even as you feel yourself skidding across the tarmac, its angry roughness like teeth raking your skin.
Last night as I lay in bed, the memory of the accident came to me again. I thought about the exact moment where I realized something was wrong; the point where I thought about how I didn’t want to fall; the second where the ground filled my vision – and I realized that they were all part of the same blink of an eye.
These days, just the sound of bikes revving up makes my heart pound. I watch them fly down the roads without fear and I can’t help but wonder “For how much longer?”.