Brake

A car in the middle of nowhere. Wound down windows, loud music. Early morning.

Sunrise like a nosebleed
Your head hurts and you can't breathe
You been tryin' to throw you arms around the world

Here I am — everything's running smoothly, everything's been just great lately. Work-life balance represented by new toys I buy along the way. Watches, perfumes, attire. Dining in top-notch restaurants, traveling the world. Everything clicks perfectly. I tend to get things done my way.

Here I am — on the verge of the total physical exhaustion. This is the way, this is how to fight insomnia. Yawning.

No need to pull the emergency brake. This is what I chose.

Numbers

I'm flat, baby, and I mean it — I'm uttering as we're taking a walk.

I'd smoke but I don't. I'd drink but I can't. It's so simple to list a number of things I'm not interested in. Holding her hand and casually making love again and again seems to be enough for the moment. And falling asleep effortlessly — that's what really counts now.