BLUE PROSES

BUMPER TO BUMPER

Bumper To BumperIn the midst of defining that life is a long traffic full of stop lights and warning signals, I am the pedestrian who's frantic to cross the road. I would hold the hand of the traffic enforcer just to reach the other side of the roundabout, regardless if we know each other or we do not. I've been hearing a lot of beeping from the vehicles whenever I cross the road alone, I'm kinda used to it but it just get so loud sometimes. I don't care if they hit me over and leave me thereafter. I don't have to live forever anyway, I just need to live. I was young once, and during that phase of our lives, we used to believe that we're invincible. I was young, once, but then life teaches you otherwise. Life taught me that stop lights doesn't mean stop. It means that when you're driving, be amazed with colors. Red is not meant for pain, it was the heart that teaches you every now and then and shouting to your eardrums that the reason why hearts were placed on the left side is because listening to it is not always right. Yellow is the sunrise for every bad morning.Green is letting go of your thoughts with a sigh. Do you ever wonder how many stories have the same plot in different vehicle? Or how they differ? Every ambulance reminds me that life will end if it's stagnant. Bicycle reminds me that everything is worth the kick. Every jeepney reminds me that you don't have to take the whole trip alone. Gasoline stations reminds me that whenever you're out of yourself and losing your energy, you have to refill. Wear your safety belt in every ride, they define the sureness of your wholeness upon every arrival. Side mirrors demand your attention, they want you to look at them so you can see visibly who's with you in every ride that you take, and not to those who's with you in every congratulatory remarks. Check your wheels if they have enough air. Your tyres are made up of rubber coated with courage and the air that fills in is called audacity. Your steering wheels will let you decide where to go. Go to your left and get stucked in the traffic for three-hours or go to your right where you don't know where it goes. Now, I'm driving the car, alone. It was a Mitsubishi 2019 model and it brings me to every destination just like a traditional jeepney does. Every time I make a left turn, I can't negate the fact that sometimes I go the wrong way. Sometimes, I get lost, not in every ride but in most of my choices. Call it weird but I'd rather run a hundred-twenty-seven kilometer per hour without safety belts than believing you'd tell me what to feel in every stoplights. I'd rather cut off all the side mirrors so I won't be able to see who's following me. I'd rather be a pedestrian than a reckless driver who doesn't follow traffic rules. Even if it takes a thousand traffic enforcers to hold.Even a million stoplights will light their red to make me stop, I will let go a sigh. Instead of waiting for years, like cars and trucks kissing their bumpers, I'd rather walk along the unsafe streets. If it rains, I don't need an umbrella because I probably prayed for it. When the sun rises and it flashes its light direct to my eye, I won't spare a second to blink. I'm no longer blinded with lights. My walk trips are metaphorically dark anyway. Even if you turn on all the light of car bumpers in the world, it won't blind a man who can't see his way home.