Sooner or later, i will be a disappointment to everyone.

All is quiet, and the only sound is the sound of the wipers screeching across the windshield. The passenger seat is empty, as per usual, and cars whiz by in fits and blurrs. Its getting to be dark outside, and its at these types of nights I can feel the oncoming of loneliness in the air. I can see the reflections on the streets of the people I lost, and the clouds overhead are rumbling, in some apparent disagreement. While off in the distance I can see the outcast colors of the sun as its swallowed by the mountains, that tend to glow with mutiple points of seemingly unreachable light, as if emanating from heaven, or the valleys below.