Cars

The window at my dorm overlooks 35W so I get to see cars going left and right all day long. At night it is an added presence as white lights point one way while red point another.

Cars always seem to be moving when we use them. Nobody sits in their car just to enjoy a car. My friend would call cars big tools.

There is a deck in my dorm. It's great because you can sit out on it and do two things: spy on your neighbors or listen to the cars go by. It's wonderfully fantastic. I haven't done either because there is a wasp currently trapped between the screen door and the glass door and I am too scared to go out there for fear of a wasp sting.

I respect wasps.

Car noises are never considered beautiful. A cars noise can be pretty. A engine revving through the road hugging turns and pulsating like a heart. A car is a pleasant monster wanting to be released but if another monster joins in they scream and cry towards each other and then it is not such a pleasant monster. I respect monsters.

We all have experiences in cars, right?

I have had experiences in cars.

I was scared once. I felt a little less of a man once. I cried once. I sang The Classic Crime's "Far From Home" all alone. I sang it with friends too. I sang so loud that I heard my own voice crack and still kept on singing. I smiled. I sped. I flicked my turn signal really fast to make the car look cool. My best experience was when a girl on a bike waved at me and I waved back. I felt loved. I have sat in silence with friends just listening.

I always buckled up though, except that time my friends blindfolded me and threw me in the trunk. That was fun.

I have awesome friends.

I imagine the cars on 35W are always going somewhere. This just a part of the drive, a part of the road, a part of the life.

If the road of life is like how the cars on 35W drive then I want to slow down. I want to stop the car and experience all those memories, write them down, and then get back in the car and find another.

The cars going left and the cars going right always seem to intersect at one point in the road. They look like they are going to hit at one point but they always miss because there is a median between the roads.

I wonder if people ever wonder what they missed out on? I do, because I guess what I missed was just on the other side of the median and at that moment that we intersected we went our other ways.

I hope it comes back...