The Rush

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I went down the deserted highway at ninety miles per hour,

when my car started to flip.

I felt nothing, but everything

at that time, when I went past the silence,

only breaking it with the purr of my engine.

The road seemed to stretch on forever

and the sky above, filled with the bizzare stars

seemed infinite.

The adrenaline rush was too hard for me to sustain,

and I thought-

this road would lead me to

my destiny.

On and on I went

too restless, too uncaring.

My car flipped again, and my ankle snapped

but I felt no pain, except for maybe the one in my heart.

I did not stop,

I did not even slow down.

And then I saw her-

a figure in the dark,

her white dress streaming behind her, while she stood still.

Her hair was jet black

parted on the left side, and a fringe ran down the side of her face, hiding her eye.

Her eyes-

a mysterious pool of dark

She looked on as i passed,

she seemed so familiar.

Oh, I knew her right then

even though i had never seen her before.

My car flipped one last time as I slammed against the highway wall.

My own blood trickled down my neck

now i could almost feel nothing

see nothing.

It was getting harder for me to breathe

the night was closing in on me

and suddenly

I saw orange and yellow flames flicker below me

engulfing me in a trap

of dense smoke

and mindlessness.

I cannot feel my fingers as I try to move them,

glass has scarred me with a thousand cuts

there is blood everywhere.

My mind was weakening, and

my vision was blurry but vivid.

Then at that moment

I imagined paradise.

I see the beach right in front of me

I see the waves hitting the shore

gentle and rough

I could smell the wet sand around me

I feel a small smile on my face

the sun is setting,

and taking in all the colours around me:

I see, red, orange, purple, pink

tears mixed with the redness of the blood.

My eyes had given up on trying to stay open

I hear voices around me, but i tune it out with the waves

and I let my heart pick its fate

and so, my dear heart beats its last beat.

As i exhale,

I walk towards the beach

the water warm and cold.

I lay on the sea surface

and I let it float my body away,

and let my soul become what it always wanted to be

free as the wind, but noticed like birds

and then I let it go where it wants to, since

now the nothingness seems like everything.

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