Rain patters on my window.

Driving fast and far, destination unknown.

The vibrations from the engine light up my skin through the leather seats.

Those vibrations course through my veins causing goosebumps on my arms.

the Arrector Pili, goosebumps, are shortened, replaced, forgotten,

just like the minor details of life.

the fun facts, the lost words, unspoken sentences.

Hidden from the world only to be lost in the dark.

Darkness that surrounds us and crowds us every time we close our eyes.

The demons and monsters creep up on us and are still there when we let in the light.

Even in New Zealand, the second happiest place in the world, my dream home,

people still have bad dreams and unknown destinations.

Those vibrations travel the world, but aren’t felt by anyone else.

We aren’t elephants , our communication isn’t through those vibrations felt over 2 miles. 

It’s through words, but most of all, it’s through the silence. 

Silence that is drowned out by the rain pattering on the window.