Night Driving

Three in the morning and I can't sleep. Hop into the car and just take off. No destination. No rush. No pedestrians. No other drivers. It's just me and a world full of dark houses.

All that darkness covers up every blemish in my neighborhood, every crackhouse disappears, every alley filled with the homeless, every cracked piece of concrete, every burnt out store. Streetlights force every detail into the backgroud. That orange glow, dream-like, f*cking beautiful.

There's an overpass around the corner from my house, and early in the morning, there aren't any cars whizzing by on the highway beneath. The street is empty, porch lights are out, and as I go up that hill and come down the other side...it's like a post-apocalyptic world. I'm alone. No one to go home to, no responsibilites, no expectations, nothing. I'm free.

Then headlights flash in the distance and the dream is shatttered. I always go back to that place in time though, over and over. Free. Completely free.

I'd like to think the absence of humanity would break my heart, but I don't know if it would...so I drive, and I try not to think about it, or anything for that matter. I just chase streelights.
ajax288 ajax288
18-21, F
Jan 22, 2013