I used to have dreams like this.... Where something would just be waiting in an empty space but I could feel this strange emotion stirring... It scared me but fascinated me at the same time. It used to make me cry and laugh... I never really knew what I was looking for or what I was looking at for that matter... But nonetheless... It felt like home... Like I belonged there..
Hey, this is cool! All the wrinkles and veins, my first thought was that they've been waiting a long time. I wonder if their neck stretched over all the time they've been sticking their head out the window to check if what they're waiting for is here yet? There's so much room in all the empty space to the sides for minds to wander and make a story for this person. It almost seems like this is illustrating something, like a poem or story should accompany it.