See the Ball, Be the Ball 

I can see myself...

Getting out of the bed, intoxicated as I am. Not dressing, it's not really necessary. Taking the keys. Getting out of the flat, locking the door or not. Down the stairs, to the parking lot. Opening the car, starting the engine, and out to the street. Right at the crossing, then right again. Left. Right, and a turn. A deep breath, then full throttle. Second gear, third, fourth. Ninety kph, I know I can go that fast. Another deep breath, and letting go of the steering wheel. Surrendering to death.

The end.

So easy, and yet ao hard.