Someone ask me, text me if I saw the accident in Commonwealth. Or at least heard of it. Then it hits me...
What if I’m in the accident and I’m the one being said in that? What if I’m a ghost already, who tries to go on with her daily life and can’t accept what happened? What if I don’t exist here physically anymore and my soul is just pretending that I’m still here? doing she can. What if I can’t figure my way out and let myself believe that there’s door to all of these?
Sometimes, you have that imaginative mind that you can’t control, and psyche that you can’t define where it’s coming from. Maybe, just maybe, it’s the mixture of fear and anxiety that live within us.