no heartbeat in sight..
running on the freeway, watching the cars go by past me at near death speed. going nowhere. the trees dance with me as i slowly walk past them, inhaling all their greeness and oxygen they provide me. its leaves diving on my head like rice on a wedding back in the day. the road provides shelter for my eyes, ears, and nose, leaving objects just thrown there or left there. i’m afraid soon, someone will find my corpse. freshly deceased or completely decomposed. either still smelling of warm vanilla with a hint of dirt and maybe gasoline, or smelling of death. blood and rotten insides about to be stolen by a vulture or the devil himself. coz if i were god, i wouldn’t wanna take such a person with such a rank stench..
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