Lost

... He didn't notice that the lights have change, just like the pages that he never wrote. They kept reprinting in his stare. Looking at the green turn red, He felt his life was already dead. Leaving the steering wheel behind, and getting out of the car unlocked, he just found out he lost his mind. Crossing the intersection, as if he were retrieving his body from the grim reaper ...that hadn't come at all... Mobile eyes kept glaring by, yelling at his corpse. Happily wondering; will he reach the after life, and how will it be. But death, had no interest, even though his life would dissolve in minutes. For he could not just take his soul, If there's already a ghost in him...