I hate driving.

Sometimes when I am on the road I imagine what it would be like if I ran into a car coming the opposite direction. I would feel the glass of my windshield cutting into my skin, and feel my body being held prisoner by the seat belt.

Perhaps someone would come along and dramatically pull my from my burning car, and I would be rushed to the hospital and be drugged for a couple hours. I wonder if my family would cry.

I think that deep down, I just desperately want to experience the sway of power between life and death.

Trapped in limbo, I wonder if I finally would not feel any pain.