it hadnt ouccered to me that maybe it was time that i took my hand out of my pocket and reached for the brake. we had been traveling at a steady 110 miles per hour for a decent amount of time now but soon it had escasladed to a cool 120. i felt my heart leap to my throught out of fear as we reached the curve but i didnt alow myself to move. the sound of whizzing was filling my head like some sort of curse, the noise was defning and i forgot all about the uncomfortalbe silence we had shared. i turned to him and saw his thin lips parted, gaping at the twisted shapes emerging from the darkness around us. despite the fact i knew i was afraid my body refused to awaken from its trance. i had my eyes transfixed on the yellow steering wheel his slender hands were clutching so hard his knuckles turned white. i wanted to laugh so hard i screamed. i couldnt control the sensation of pure euporia flooding my senses. it reminded me of the marble shower in the master bedroom. the shower head was gold and every drop of water that passed through it was softer than the first. i sang there, my body swaying like some sort of vagabon. it was the simple things like that which i often took for granted, oh how i longed for them. we couldnt forget we had taken one to many glasses from the fountain of youth, our brains were shrinking and we had the scars all over our forearms. our skin was pulling tight all around our bones. i could feel my blood screaming for air as it squeezed through my jugular like a viper.he turned at me with tears in his eyes but he couldnt remeber why they were there. he reached for his eyes and pawed at them blankly. as if he were made of wax. he looked so forelorn, that dear boy, and i reached for his cheek and i stroked it with my gloved hand. it was so cold i felt myself burning.