Overdriven

You wake up and there's fire in your chest.
No breath. No brakes. No time.

You're chasing something just beyond disaster - something you can't name, can't hold, can't keep. Not out of logic. Purely out of lust for a feeling too alive to let you sleep.

Maybe empty is the point.
Maybe burning at both ends is exactly where you're supposed to be.

You don't need a reason. You don't need a sign.
Just the road. Just the pulse. Just this.