"Sometimes I lay on my bed at night, with the windows wide open, and listen to the rumble of cars outside. The chill of the crisp wind gives me comfort and the sound of the engines give me hope, and, well, I'm weird like that. Is that weird? A single car engine gives me hope, because I know that someone is in that car and that person might be feeling feelings like I do sometimes. And maybe that person is sad in the bad way and they're on their way home, and they turn the music up loud so that they can travel instantaneously to a better time and their bad sad turns not so bad. I hope that even when they get home and set their keys noisily on the counter, and when they think that no one cares about them or gives a second thought, they will realize that I do. And I hope other people lay on their bed at night with the windows wide open, being just as weird as me, and remember that I am driving down the road hoping that their bad sad turns not so bad. Is that weird?"

*~j.c~*