Fast is the Night

13/08 Since childhood, I used to experience my nights with the noise of vehicles. The constant blaring of exhausts and the echoes fading to distance. For some people, it might be distracting. But for me, it is what gives me adrenaline rush. Even if I'm just sitting around and listening. 

I sit because I imagine myself in the driver's position, and I listen because I imagine the loud roar of the engine. Here's something that I know, they're all not just a bunch of morons who challenge the limits and act arrogantly on the roads. Behind all their shiny helmets and their roaring engines, there are hearts trying to forget faces, names, even the past that still lingers. 

Every turn they take means no return. Every speed they set means a hope. Hoping the time will stop chasing them. 

They aren't just morons and rebels. They're actually souls who want freedom. Constantly searching for freedom amidst the noisy night and the silence waiting at the end of the road, flitting like shadows that don't want to be seen or remembered. 

- Sincerely, Me 

PS: the text I created here is actually inspired by a post on Instagram telling how vehicles speeding at night isn't just so cool. But there must be something deep happening between the people who speeds up their vehicles.