A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
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Seconds before I was hit I thought I wouldn't care if it hit me.
Assuming he would stop but 4 days later realising what had happened.
A month later realising and piecing together it was his fault.
Red light at a pedestrian crossing. But why didn't you see the pedestrian crossing the road?
Depression and anxiety getting the best of me at the time but actively I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I thought glancing to my left, I saw his high beams on, blinding. Shrugging my shoulders eh maybe he should he hit me anyways I thought 2 seconds before I hit impact, I assumed he would stop and I'll be home in 5 minutes.
Why would something so disastrous happen to someone so innocent?
