Disillusioned, disappointed, cynical.
It comes from rolling over someone’s soul.
Running over their trust.
Racing through the speed bumps they had always laid out.
So cautiously passing the intersection, looking both ways, expecting the train to come barreling through the flashing lights.
Letting go and trusting. Trusting…That the lights won’t turn red, the steamroller won’t reach you, the car behind you will stop before it smashes into you and slams your head into the steering wheel.
And you release the white-knuckled grip you have on the wheel, and you ease into the lane; trusting, believing, knowing…
But they saw the train coming head-on, they knew it was there. They let it smash into you, shattering the windshield, slitting you open with shards of cold, sharp, painful glass, slicing you in half. Scaring you for life.
You trusted…
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