Loosen your tie, unbutton your shirt. Priorities straight. First things first. Relaxing as your eyes close, your hands upon the wheel. The whole of the day is stuck in your brain. Stare straight ahead as the rain comes sliding down the windshield. Tears are sliding down your face. But, I just tell myself, “I have to go on living. I have to keep on breathing, even if it kills me.” And in time, my words ring true: “Babe, you know I love you, but I’ve nothing to give you, and I am no good for you.” Gas station signs and white dotted lines shining at night. Lonely is mine. I’m speeding on the way home. What am I rushing to? Is it glowing TVs? Or indie movies? I’ll try anything to keep me busy. I’m so afraid to let go, but I’m scared of holding on. Still, I just tell myself (as I go on living, as I keep on breathing) that this will one day kill me. But, in time your words ring true: “Son, you know I love you. I’ve always been there for you. What more could I have for you? So, slow your heart down, and close your eyes, now. Let go of your thoughts, now, and slow your words down.” So I just tell myself, “I need to go on living. I need to keep on breathing. I need to let this kill me.”