a car ride

dim light,

nighttime,

only this screen illuminates my face,

red,

tapping of the steering wheel,

green,

we're passing buildings,

and trees,

and people,

as i gaze out the window.

my feet propped up,

against the shot gun seat,

my younger brother sniffles,

half asleep.

the radio is on,

although nobody is listening,

no one is talking either.

we're all in our own little worlds,

as we head on the highway.

there's so many places we could go,

but in a blink of an eye,

we're already home.