You were a key instrument in the loss of my cousin. You took away someone so precious to us that 9 years after he left us, I still feel that hollow ache in my heart. Today, its Christmas and he should be 26 years old but he will be forever 17.
I hate you motorbike. I will never forgive you. I can't. I will always hate you and in my heart, anyone who owns one is risking their life everytime they ride one.
You took someone I love and until that time comes that the hollowness is gone, I will never be able to look at you without wanting to burn you to the ground.
I miss you Em. You were gone too soon.
PS. He was hit by one while standing on a side street waiting for a jeepney. He wasn't riding it.