Writing 2: In Darkness

Tonight, I drive.
I like rolling quietly, alone, through the darkened town. It is deserted and safe, so unlike my midnight city. A lone pack of roaming teenagers darts in front of the car before disappearing down the nearest alley.

Tonight, I listen.
Melancholy songs trickle from the radio and mince through my head. They speak of love and regret - always, love and regret - but it is not mine. Never mine.

Tonight, I sigh.
My life is unfinished, undone, unwritten, unsung. I am No One of No Legend, the familiar face without a place in the background of your world.

Tonight, I sleep.
My restlessness abates and the fog of dreams descends.

A More Perfect Union

I could say that not allowing people who love each other to get married - that is undermining the institution of marriage! (source)