Riding in the back seat of my parents pontiac boniville, I look at the street lights that wizz by my window. Squinting at the headlights from the opposite lane, I read the neon signs of the stores below Red and blue and yellow. Listening to some music on my portable cd player, enjoying the alien feeling that overcame me when I was smiling at the people in the parking lot earlier on in the day. When they were going on with their lives, I watched them and wondered what each one had been through. If they were happy pushing their cart full of popcorn and top ramen, I watch them pass wondering if they've been through immense pain. I smile. and smile. Riding along the freeway, now very annoyed at the oncoming headlights because I want to rest my eyes, but the lights flash by like a strobe light that needs new batteries and has lost its rythym. Thinking of how lights can cause seizures, I turn the other way and smile. Looking over my parents' heads to catch a glympse of green grass that looks too green for this time of night. Headlights. Too bright. But I smile and feel soothed by the softly humming engine as I ride in the backseat on the way home. And I close my eyes. I smile.
Reason for writing:
not sure, one of those "weird" moods or feelings, I call them "alien feelings". just happened to have one while i was watching people.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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