Why I Love You

The reason I love you is the reason itself and has no reason not to love you. Reasoning means compromising so let me debate upon the s...

Nervous Wreck

There is no car in this accident nor a claim of insurance to cover the damage caused. 

License and registration was left at home next to the liter of whiskey bought earlier that day. 

Anguish and anxiety lay scattered among debris that that leave the pavement congested. 

Upon the wreckage lies a lifeless existence left to rot as roadkill.

Neurons act as a system of highways that converge at a single spot only to merge together simultaneously such as frontage roads to main corridors. 

This majorly destructive attempt to slow traffic only makes for more information contained herein. 

A constant head on collision speaks volumes to audible sufferings told through a cry for help for which the jaws of life can not subdue the pain. 

Road blocks and yellow tape measure out a parameter not to be entered due to the obscenities that exist. 

Flares light the way to lead to ground zero as you see the destructive nature of such a horrid scene. 

The question is... 

Could it have been prevented? Who's to say! 

Tow trucks pack their chains with metal luggage while forensic teams scan the area for clues of foul play. 

With all the evidence collected, it is concluded that the cause of the accident was not an accident at all.