1am I was driving home from the movies and I looked over out the window to look at the moon, it just looked so different tonight, golden brown and overcast. Then I looked out at how empty the roadways were compared to a normal time of day. What were the people who were out at 1am doing? I mean I know my story, but I have always been told that everyone has a story, what was theirs? Where were they going? Was their story more interesting than mine, who was just driving home after a movie?
After all of these thoughts cycling throughout my sleepy mind I had the sudden urge not to go home, just to run away, not because of negative reasons, but just to see the world. Who’s to say that we have to go home every night to a life that is comfortable and safe? Why can’t we take a left at an exit 400 miles away from here instead of following our routines? I don’t think we realize that there is much more to the world than just Missouri or wherever we are. We are so small in comparison. It blows my mind.
I don’t know if I am itching to get out of here for a change of scenery or to start over in a new skin or what, but it’s crazy what a drive under a golden moon can do for the soul.
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