The moment before collision.
I know what is going to happen, It plays in my head Like a movie clip stuck on repeat, I tell myself that I know what's going to happen before it does, With the smugness and pretentiousness of a fortune teller who is just good at reading people. I swear I know the exact arrangement of words you'll use, I can see the posture of your body as you stand across the room, creating as much space between us as possible, I can see the way your lips move as you say the sentence that will flip my world upside down like pancakes of a Sunday's breakfast. Despite that, I choose to tighten the blindfold around my eyes. I pretend I can't tell that the house is on fire. I pretend that I can't smell the smoke, that the heat from the flames isn't burning me, I choose to ignore the crumbling building crashing down at my feet, I inhale the ashes until I fill my lungs. Denial is my feeble shield against the cruelty of reality. Every time, I chose to ignore that silence...