this coffee does not contain energy, and my car won't start.

the planets will continue to rotate even after the crash. even if i don't get my car back, the sun will still rise tomorrow. my automatic car stalls at the lights, and makes cluttering sounds when i speed; i take it as a reminder that i am still alive and all at my own cost. every-time i step inside my pink personal killing machine, i put my life in her hands under the agreement that she will potentially take me where i need to be at a faster speed then i could alone.

i thanked her by breaking too soon and double checking blind spots, it wasn't enough.