When neon calls

   The roar of the engine, as if it´s a wild African animal, roaring in the blazing heat of the sun. That roar,it brings me to life. It gives me life. It helps me forget. With one swift movement,this single moment. I am off,we are off. Away from them,away from it all,away from what we are and what defines us. We are no more,we are nothing. We are on the road.We are at it´s mercy,the mercy of the beast we ride and the wonders we will find.

    The sound of the wind is whistling all around. The speed,you can feel it in the air,it´s electric,sharp and intoxicating. It´s calling me,calling us.Don´t stop,keep going,faster,further. We don´t stop,we listen,we submit and keep going. No turning back. Nothing ahead of us but road. It never ends and I don´t want it to.Just us,this car,right here and now.In motion and still in time,right here in this moment. Bright colours dance in the wind,sway with the speed and play with us,tease and call. They play all around us and trick the eager wondering eye. It´s blinding,it´s beautiful and I wouldn´t want to be anywhere but here and now. The neon firework,the feast for the senses.The neon is blinding but it feels so good,dream like,ethereal. It conceals the darkness around us and pushes the high of the speed we feel. The colours awaken the child inside and help us forget the worry of the yesterday,the life you feel when still.

   As we drive,going faster,unrelenting, we see them. Fellow travellers,dreamers,catchers of the colour,pursuers of the speed. There is no need for the noise or language.The talk is lost here. We understand each other,we know each other well. We share the same,we feel the same and just like us, they all escaping,running,catching. Their reasons,same. The colours of neon,the smoke and the roar of this beast we ride.The embrace of speed they are all too enticing for many. They take you out, and away. They transport you and make it feel like it is alright. All Is not lost,all is just a bum,p in the far greater journey of ours. It is so menial and insignificant,the rush really shows what this life is all about.

   Just like that,crash. A sudden,hard stop. Stillness.A moment lost,confused,dazed. Eyes slowly closing but before they do, you see it all clearly. As if time itself stops,shards of glass fly through the air. Shinning,tiny little pieces,like scattered diamonds all floating around in the air. Like a million shinning stars signalling the coming of the dark,night. Suddenly the neon slows,full stop. It´s shinning brighter than ever with the colours blurring and melting,molding into one bright flash. It is blinding but it is so beautiful,euphoria. The smoke starts to fill the lungs,it´s hard to breathe but being breathless helps the heavy eye close. It brightens the colours and sweetens the moment. The tiny little diamonds in the air,surrounded by many bright colours,enveloped in enticing smoke,all calling out to you. You loosing focus,loosing sight and let it slowly go, but as you do,we do,we know we got each other and we both let go. By each other´s side,surrounded by this human made beauty,suspended in time and lost in the speed. Past life does not exist,all that matters is here and now and it is beautiful.