I saw children on their bicycles near cars rushing by. Exhaust blowing on cotton candy. Funny circus, absurd circle. It reminds me of knowing sweetness when I was their age. Strawberry jam and raspberry yoghurt. It was all so good but I couldn’t know it.
Then this metallic screech interrupted it all. The abrupt brake on youth. Hot, torn rubber marked so all could see. Born out of petrol on a back seat. It was all so fast and loud, and the car couldn’t reverse again.
Now I’m parked in a hospital. Hope they have something sweet in store for me.’ – Toskovat’
