Leaving

I saw this car one evening as i sat in the passenger side of my own, as we were on our way to some place that I can't remember. I remember that I wondered where this car might be going. It looked so out of place here, and yet perfectly where it should be over there as it was leaving.

It would be interesting sometimes to hop in a car with someone like that, to be invisible in their back seat and just listen to their conversations or the thoughts in their head. Sometimes, do they scream like I do? Do you ever do that when it's just you in your car? Scream as loudly as you can? Especially on a bad day? I do that. I might be a little bit creepy. Don't know. Maybe you're like me, too. Like Emily Dickinson once said, "There's a pair of us, don't tell." I know you're out there. The other me. Maybe that was you in that car.