Dodge this

There he is.

Riding it all away.
With a little piece of sh*t behind him.
Reminding him "..reality bites, & I'm here to do my job".

But he keeps running. Riding it off.
Apparently he must face the twisted logic of reality.
We all do.

But something happened.
It only lasted awhile...but it was, something of a defining moment for him.

Riding towards an arrow telling him to go back where he belongs,
he was compelled to disobey.

As he kept moving towards that direction,
gravity had suddenly become fiction.
And everything else that was impossible. Became possible.

Ironically the tool he uses to run from reality is the same thing that keeps him
in that reality.
So he used anti-gravity to his advantage and lifted off from his skateboard.

And in that moment, he was flying.
He didn't feel real. Which was good.
And everything blissful followed him.
Logic was twisted...in a different way.
It felt too good.

Suddenly,
bullets came flying out from that very direction he was heading towards.
He tried his best to dodge them.
But it was too much. He was hit.

And that's when reality caught up to him.
Bit him in the ass too.

He survived the bullets.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger".

But he was still wondering why the bullets came out from that direction.
And the answer was easy.
He was never meant to be there.

All he could do was let it go...as good as it was, it wasn't his territory.

He picked up his skateboard.
Continued riding through the streets like nothing happened.
Well at least he tries to...