Numb.

This is the weird part.

You know what?
I was hit by a motorcycle today.
When I was on my way walking to the bus stop after buying some stuff from Times Square.
I looked left and right before I crossed.
I was sure. I was certain.
I did not see any moving vehicles at my sight.

Suddenly, I fell backwards.
A throbbing headache stroke.
I was hallucinating. Am I?
Am I in deep slumber? Living in the world of my own?
Am I in the reality?

Yes, I cannot deny. Even though how desperately I tired.
From the start of this very month.. Since then..

I was blur. I didn't notice the bike that hit me earlier.
I fell backwards. I was like, huh?
Is this really happening to me?
When I got up, thank God, this lady there was kind.
She picked my specs for me. My vision was clearer since then.

That motorcyclist was busy checking his ruined bumper.
Haha. He did not even bother me.
Seriously, I was oddly calm.
I wasn't in a state of shock, not even an adrenaline crush.
I just got up, thank God he did not bang me in purpose..
He did not kidnap me or what..

My phone was in perfect condition. Not even a scratch was found.
My bag was still there, my purse.
Thank God there was no fracture! He still preserve my life..
My fate was not on a hospital bed.

My elbow was wounded.
A few scratches.
And my butt hurts!

Haha. I did not even call my parents or anyone.
The bus just came after that whole thing.

I went in.
It was so ordinary, as if nothing had happened.
My elbow was bleeding.
I didn't care.

I was numb.

Because, I rather choose to be hurt physically.

A cut, A bruise.




Rather then, being pierced inside.

Smashed, crushed, damaged.

Yes, that is the word.

Damage.


The hurt I bear for months, is more then how it hurts during that moment.

I forgot how to think.

I was paralyzed.


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-Claudia*Lav-