Staring at the ground, watching my feet alternate turns to step forward, my vision is blurry, with the lonely moon being the only source of dim light to illuminate the gray sky and the world below it. The melancholic melody ringing from my earphones and through my ears, the music leaking into my heart and pulsing to my heartbeat. Tears welling in my eyes, just threatening to burst and drip like glistening crystals down the length of my face. I stop momentarily at the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light to signal that it is safe to walk. I get barely a chance to observe each car passing by, as they come and go in mere milliseconds, in a rush to get somewhere I will never be. Watching the cars race by, I suddenly think of how exciting it would be to just jump in front of the cars, to leave my life up to fate—whether I would hear the metal brakes screech against the gravel as the car comes to a stop just inches before almost hitting me, or I would feel my bones crushing and my ears ringing with the impact of hard metal smashing into my body. Everything would seem to slow down, your life flashing through my mind, with the car headlights dazzling my eyes, engulfing the world with white. I would catch a glimpse of death, yet at the same time, feel so alive with the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
