Jesse's Thoughts
California never looked so cold. So gut-wrenchingly icy. Everyone rolls on without a care, oblivious to the hurt its residents feel. The land of wishes and broken dreams. But does anyone stop to think that it's also the land of broken people? Struggling people? Humans who lost everything and can't go on? Yes, they do exist and live here. It's rare to see because everyone here are puppets to their own lives. It may not seem like there are a lot of crushed people out here on The West Coast, but as I've said before, 'her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose'. I didn't just write that lyric for appeal or rhyme. I didn't just write an entire song based upon my home that I love and hate equally. I know what I'm talking about here in the great American State of Californ-i-a, and not all of it is pretty.
I was sitting at my desk in my room, writing lyrics. Things flowed very easily to me tonight with having so much to say. As I dabbled away, a warm breeze came and ran its hand across my bare back. The setting sun outside of my open balcony door painted my room orange and pink; outlining all dimensional things with their shadows. A car past outside, and I thought nothing of it.
The warm breeze touched me again, distracting me from what I was thinking about. I heard the high-pitched call of birds outside and stood up just to take a breather. The big tree outside of my room bobbed and weaved against the wind. As I saw the two crows flying out of the tree, i thought only of the devastation that was to be held tomorrow. It was the funeral.
Sighing, I turned to walk slowly back to my desk. I put my hands around my face and in my hair and just tried to ease my mind a little when something rocketed past me and hit the wall behind my work area. I only saw a flash of what it was before it slid down the wall.
Reaching under my desk, I pulled it out and twiddled the base between my fingers. It was soft and the color pallet was striking. I immediately searched around my desk for that old necklace chain of mine so I could put this on there. I finally found the chain and threaded the metal gently through a hole I made in the object's base.
Everything on it was exact; current, fluid. I stared more years into that thing until my name got called downstairs. I quickly threw it in a drawer, taking one last glance back before I headed downstairs.
Normally I would've overlooked it. Normally, I would've just tossed it back outside because it had little significance to me. But after all that's happened, it has opened my eyes. Everything has meaning. Things we don't see but now do. Just like what lay hidden in my desk. I never would've understood it until now, even as the setting star shown on my face, painting me sunset colors and warming my skin until I slipped into the darkness of the hallway outside of my room.
