The Motorcycle I keep Passing.

procrastinating my commercial law cw because I just know that I will get it in before the deadline because I am a fighter !!!!

every time I walk home I pass a motorcycle.

I know exactly who it belongs to.

sometimes I walk parallel to it, asserting my disapproval towards it and the person it belongs to

other times I walk so close and wonder how the person is doing and hope that I can catch them cleaning the motorcycle, exchanging odd smiles like the ones someone who boarded the train but refuses to sit next to you does to excuse the act.

I wonder whether they’re the exact same or whether they changed for the better. I wonder the same for myself. What would they say about me ? Would I even cross their minds the same way they do whenever I see the motorcycle.

Would I piece a slight hole through the front wheel to cause a slight inconvenience or would I with no reluctance slash all the tires wide open causing a scene, the one that I deserved all those years before.

It provides a fun manipulative scenario for I to keep for the next few minutes as I continue my walk, I bitterly reminisce the past and all the insults I laughed away to not ruin the friendships I had at the time. I wished I had a stronger sense of self, but then I wouldn’t be the same person walking parallel to the motorcycle and reminiscing over the past.

I don’t touch the motorcycle I know better than that but in every time I think about it, I forgive myself and them.