Riding my motorcycle,
music whispering through my AirPods,
the drizzle kisses my skin,
but I keep going.
Then the rain thickens,
thunder growls like a beast in the sky,
and I don’t speed up.
I let the storm catch me,
daring it to take me,
wishing, maybe, it would.
But deep inside, I fear it too.
Not the dying
but the thought of not dying instantly.
A cruel hesitation,
a war between surrender and survival.
How pathetic, how fragile.
I was only going 20 km/hour,
while I Love You So by The Walters
played like a farewell,
or maybe, a reminder
that I was still here.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
Riding my motorcycle,
music whispering through my AirPods,
the drizzle kisses my skin,
but I keep going.
Then the rain thickens,
thunder growls like a beast in the sky,
and I don’t speed up.
I let the storm catch me,
daring it to take me,
wishing, maybe, it would.
But deep inside, I fear it too.
Not the dying
but the thought of not dying instantly.
A cruel hesitation,
a war between surrender and survival.
How pathetic, how fragile.
I was only going 20 km/hour,
while I Love You So by The Walters
played like a farewell,
or maybe, a reminder
that I was still here.
