words put together

luck is a powerful thing i wish i possessed

it's like being alone, okay?

it's like being on an island-
no, too corny.

it's like being in a crowd-
too edgy.

it's like being in front of your house.
mid-summers day.
suburbs.
a car gently floats by every so often,
two per three hours.
you're sitting in your driveway.
no music is playing.
just the air.
just that.
just you.
all day.
just the air.
just that.
just you.

until the sun goes down.

and all day you see the houses around yours.
the silhouettes shuffling behind their curtains.
and at night,
the clear faces happily breezing along their footsteps.
the footsteps you see burning into the air
leaving trails of luck,
comfort,
bliss,
contentuality,
and confidence.
confidence somewhere in there.

and you see how unreachable and far away they seem.
but they aren't.
they're right there.
open a door,
break down a wall,
crack a window,
and there you have them.
easily accessible and unbelievably vulnerable,
but not more than you.

you're on your driveway.
and they aren't on theirs.
and when they are,
it's nowhere near as long as you were on yours.
they'll never understand what it feels like to be stuck there.
they can retreat back behind their windows,
returning back to silhouettes,
descending their emotions into nothing but muted laughter behind presumptuous smiles emitting words between gritted teeth:

"i wish i could understand."

but we all know they don't.

who would wish to feel that?

it's just like being alone, okay?
but with people all around.
alone in the sense of emotion.

it's just like being alone.