Distractions From Streetlights

A mix of alcohol and insomnia has me up at 4am.

Sitting on top of the roof at my parent's house smoking a cigarette.

And I can't help but notice how unbelievably quiet it is.

The only thing keeping me company is the occasional screech of some kid out way passed curfew, probably trying to act out some street racing fantasy.

There's a plane far off to the east, and I can just barely hear the deep roar of the engines as it goes by.

It simply amazes me how every individual sound is intensified late at night.

Everything seems secluded and less concrete.

There's no bustling about.

That is until the morning rush hour.