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?