Vroom vroom crash

It's moments of continual earthshaking boredom that makes one want to do something devious even if only just to feel alive.
The pulse is forgotten on the skin, the heartbeat a function alone, flutters come by far too few when pedantic smiles conquer a face that once acknowledged a lot more expressions.. especially those of ecstasy and thrills that lie somewhere in a corner, compartmentalised and forgotten, jammed shut, screwed tight behind a lock and the keys are gifted away as an understating.