You know those nights? The ones when you’re driving alone in the car and the radios playing old songs like “Dust in the Wind”, Kansas “Come Away with Me”, Norah Jones You know, those ones?
and there’s this feeling of loneliness sadness emptiness but they aren’t bad— Just Comforting it reminds you of a rainy day
as you drive you can see into the windows of the houses you pass they stand out against the pitch blackness the smothering darkness the wool blanket that covers your head when you’re cold
stars shine soulless white which contrasts with how you feel but it’s nice
and you know you can’t touch it you can hardly imagine its vastness its endlessness its infinity all you can do is ponder ponder the midnight navy blue sky ponder the peculiar comforting houses and what they do inside
Do they laugh? Maybe they're watching your favorite TV program? a child could be crying, or trying to stifle laugh Maybe their mother is asleep? or baby brother? Perhaps no ones home? they just forgot to turn off the lights
You will never know Although you can ponder dream imagine wonder think and you want to go inside
Perhaps... its best to keep driving
Am I the only one intrigued by what's inside strangers' houses?