The time has stopped,
So quiet in a street full of people and cars.
2 freshly picked carnations in my hand.
Why am I holding them?
Blinding red petals flicker before my eyes
As I realize that I’m standing in the middle
Of a busy road.
Looking around, seeing buildings reflecting the sunlight,
Gives me peace and a bitter feeling,
The feeling I can’t shake off.
Inescapability oozes from my pores,
Everywhere around I see something
That other people call life.
As I remembered about the frozen time,
I started feeling the movement on the street,
And felt a strong push to my chest;
A big white car hit me.
I flew back off,
Spat blood, and finally touched the newly made asphalt
With my back.
Carnations were still in my hand,
But I couldn’t hold them;
I was weakening with every second
Until I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
The last look at the clear sky and sun reflections,
And I’m lost.
Devoured by the shininess of the city’s pretense.