The road stretches ahead, smoothly sailing. It brings to mind milk poured slowly, a long-lashed creature's blink or perhaps the wind streaming. The road is gentle, and the drive is pleasant without you.

I did have a good time. We would drive together often, singing to the sky. The roof enclosed us and cocooned our words. The world was outside the steel, and we were safe within. I did have a good time with you.

You asked me why. Here it is.

You didn't understand the shock of freedom, the wind that tore the hair, the hands snatching the soul. You never heard more than the words. You read my mind, but never touched the core, the swiftly running, frantic stream. You hovered, you drank, you splashed your face, you washed. The sky was blue with you, only blue. My path remained unchanged, and I stayed on the road without you.

You brought your music to my world, and for that I am grateful.
You brought pain to my world, and for that I feel colder.

And now the road stretches ahead, smoothly sailing. It brings to mind emptiness, silence and guilt. I hurt you and for that I am sorry. What you do now is damaging my memory of you. Please stop, for hypnotism and shock go well together. Because in the silence the road is still gentle, and I now drive without you.