the accident
“i’m dead” that’s the only thing i thought when the motorcycle crashed the street and the other one banged hardly………….. i did not cry even people telling me that the blood were running down my chin and that i can’t even move a single finger of mine..all was shaking…the only name in my brain was..Allah…
Allah..ya Allah..that’s how my lips repeating what my brain said..i didn’t care for more if anything happen that would have been my last word.
it’s just a lil cracked bone mom, not broken yet..some bruises and an open wound. don’t cry…your smile is my strength i can ignore the pain but i can’t stand against your tears. i’m sorry to make you worry 
remembering your face is the reason that i have to fight it and not to lost my consciousness. i hate to make you worry
tell grandpa that i’m ok
to think of……..i still love that greeny kawasaki and red blazed honda x3
