s-mashed!

How does it feel when things happen at break neck speed?
Well the neck does sometimes twist through life. Yet it hurts less when your head hurts so.
Lights that blink wherever you go makes you wonder if it was the neck that rattled or a grand mish mash head.
And then the heart hurts every time you see an empty shiny machine.
And I guess between a head (where you are not sure if it is lit from the inside or the outside), and a heart that hurts because the one who stole your heart is not behind a dream lit rung and trotted, you learn to suffice a twisted neck.