apart fom the faint jazz music on the radio, the ride had been brutally silent compared to the rapid changing view outside. your eyes were fiercely fixated on the road but your expression was duly distant. and your flying temper was the wheel on the road that day.
strangely it didn’t matter.
no, i didn’t seem to mind at all.

and i realized, maybe, happiness had ceased to mean anything to you. purely a remembrance of what it had meant - likewise a childhood tale, falsely crafted to pacify this ruthless world.
probably, sadness too, had ceased its meaning comparing to what u felt inside.

i wanted to reach out and hold you but what difference would that make? i felt broken, simply because i could not comprehend. yet i must not let us fall thru the stormy water below.
silent and unfold, i was determind to see us thru this mess.

the car came to a sudden halt as another driver swarmed in our way. a sudden perverse thought came over me at that moment, wishing all had ended there.
all, with the hurting.