Laughing Means A Lot To Me

In less than one second, I fell from the bike onto the ground, hard. It felt hot on my chin, must be broken. Palms, elbows, right knee was hit on the ground too, which felt hotter. Suddenly, the world's color started to change, beyond the reality, it was like illustration. It was from periphery to center, blurred gradually.

It proved the truth again that art comes from life, even caused by hurting the brain.

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