Have you ever wanted to drive straight into the wall,
just to know what it feels like:
to have the airbag smashed into your face,
to have the impact knocked you unconcious,
to be rushed to the nearest hospital in an ambulance,
to get the paramedics to use the defribillator on you,
to be cut open while under anaesthesia,
to survive a surgery,
even if you didn't survive,
to know that there'll be someone crying for you?
I do. Or did.
I crashed into a wall. And burned.
It wasn't planned or done purposely.
It hurts, more than anticipated.
Don't know if I'll okay.
But I'm glad. I'm happy.
To know how all those things feel like.
Even if everything now changed.
The scars will always be there.
It'll fade away, but I'll always know its there.
I'll always remember;
how it started, how it ended.
Thank you,
for letting me feed my curiousity,
when I didn't even plan for it.
Thank you,
for cutting the brakes of my car,
when I'm not brave enough to do it.
Thank you,
for making me feel again,
when I'm cold and numb.
