Unhurried thoughts on the freeway
2 am So this is how it feels like to be heartbroken. And this time, I left you because you were no good for me. Toxic, they say. So this is how a heart dies, finally, after being broken so many times. Technically, I can still hear my heart beating away inside my chest, but it is a breaking that exists only in my heart and no where else. I floor the accelerator and watch as the needle climbs past the 140 mark. At this speed, I would be pretty much dead at the first collision with anything. Thousands of stars litter the night sky, it's a beautiful night. A beautiful night to die. It's devastatingly beautiful, and my tired mind only wants to go to sleep. But if I die tonight, I'll never be able to experience the life ahead that is waiting. So, I turn off the freeway and stop along Central Boulevard. Looking down this long stretch of road that was travelled daily by the workforce, it was completely empty at such an ungodly hour. The office buildings of the concrete ju