Curious?
I sometimes imagine weird things while biking home. Like, what if I get into an accident? Hit my head, break my shin, or twist an arm, with blood flowing everywhere, easing into the gray pavement cracks. What will happen to me? Will someone care? Will panic arise in the hearts of those I hold dear? Sometimes I want to swerve and skid my wheel. Just so I know. So I know how it feels to break some bones. And maybe die. I see it in my mind.