You can't see
The legendary flashingneon
skyscrapers of Tokyo
from here.
Below lies a field a spiderweb of lights.
Ebbing and flowing.
Just like any you can see
from high above
in the United States.
But as I strain
for something below
anything, really
I notice a lonely road
separated from the rest of the suburbs
by an expanse of black
and there's just one car on it now
one set of headlights
going
somewhere.
Who's in that car?
A guy?
A girl?
A car full of friends?
Someone coming from a party where they embarrassed themselves in front of the guyslashgirl that they've been harboring a crush for for well years?
A trio returning from a concert oh let's say two girls and a guy and the guy and one of the girls are dating but the second girl secretly love the guy but tells everybody including herself too that they're just friends and that's all she wants (in Japanese, of course).
Is it hard for the driver to see 'cause they've been crying too hard?
Laughing too hard?
Too drunk?
Too stoned?
Or is it just a normal drive home from a job that is performed some same way every day and the drive is so routine that the driver will forget it as soon as they reach their destination?
How are they/he/she dressed?
How do Japanese kids dress, anyways?
The hipsters?
The nerds?
The gangsters?
The these categories even relevant?
Is there any way that these people this person in that car down there has any idea that a tiny person in a window seat
(no i lied I'm in the aisle I want that window seat so I can see better)
in a tiny place
thousands of feet
above has thought
so very much
about them?
Has anybody passing over me, when I'm behind two (2) headlights by myself on a lonely road
ever thought about wondered about
me?
I hope so.
