i don't wanna die in cali

i wanna die in georgia. atleast the traffic stops when you're bleeding out the back of your head and slowly losing consciousness.

i watched a man slowly die today. he was on a motorcycle and he ran into a car. the car was turning, the motorcycle kept going straight. BOOM. the man went flying in the air, the car stopped, people screamed, and i watched the man land infront of me as i waited for the big blue bus.

for just one second the world stopped. people stared. a girl screamed. i thought. but as soon as that second was up, it seemed like no one cared anymore. traffic continued even worse than before. honking horns. crazy driving. but the man remained on the ground as walking pedestrians crowded around him. he laid there dying, as i waited for the big blue bus.

"what happened" a lady asked.

"a man got hit on his motorcycle

"oh my god"

"i think its too late for god" i mumbled as i turned to walk away.

cali is beautiful. cali is great. but cali is a cruel bitch that doesn't give a fuck about anybody. georgia may have been a spiteful bitch, but at least she cared. when u got hit by a car and you lay on the ground dying at least traffic stops. at least the birds hummed a sad tune. at least, i don't know. all i know is i miss that feeling. that feeling that even when you were alone, you weren't alone.

currently listening to They Don't Really Care About Us by Michael Jackson