the speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hollow plea, he slides on a rail
towards impartial angels leaving rainbow sparks
in his soaring wake, and meets blazing lights.
the addict dies twice. one is nev
Just letting you know that I haven't responded to your comment on my last journal because it's very, very precious and I like having it on my inbox so that I can see it everyday.
Oh gosh. I'm happy that it means so much to you, though you'll have to forgive my fumbliness from being rather tired at the time. Thank you for letting me know--you're lovely.