Post by JESSE RYAN WOOD on Apr 17, 2010 0:38:24 GMT -5
I WROTE A LETTER TO A WILDFLOWER
on a classic nitrogen afternoon. some power that hardly
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[/justify][/size]--Sometimes , even when alone, Jesse simply couldn't stand to be stuck in his house. He'd be sitting around, watching TV, and all of a sudden an urgent need to go out, walk around, and breathe in fresh air overcame him. The feeling was overwhelming, and when it happened, Jesse had no choice but to drop everything and take a walk outside. This urge could strike him at any time of the day, and this time, it happened to be around eight o'clock on a refreshingly chilly August night.
The residents of Sommers had experienced a very hot, very dry sort of summer, and the mild nights provided a much-needed respite to the long summer days. Jesse was thankful for the night's weather, and gratefully pulled on a blue nike hoodie before stepping outside. Once out in the air, he drifted around Lincoln street for a bit, not having a predetermined destination. After a few blocks, he resolved to take a visit to the Lakeview Park. Around this time of night the park was usually barren, save a few middle school kids who occasionally hung around to drink cheap beer and get away from parents. Jesse didn't mind them though; they rarely bothered anyone and were only 13- and 14-year-old kids who wanted to try out new things.
Already feeling a bit refreshed by the cool breeze, Jesse wandered toward the park, taking out his headphones along the way and enjoying the nice soundtrack his iPod provided. Jesse liked to consider himself a bit of a music connoisseur, and though he certainly wasn't musically adept at playing an instrument, he did maintain an impressive collection of music and did a fine job of picking the most fitting music to go along with a moment. Secretly, he'd always had a desire to be the music director for a movie. Picking out songs to accompany each scene? A more pleasant job couldn't exist. Of course, this was somewhat of a pipe dream, but it was fun to dwell on the possibilities.
Upon arriving at the park, he flopped onto a bench face-up and stared at the stars that were beginning to dot the sky. He paused the music and attempted to get lost in the inky night sky, forgetting all his worries and troubles and issues and stress. Forgetting his parents, forgetting his grades. Aurora, drugs, his future, cigarettes. School. He tried desperately to wash it all away and lose himself in the night, but such an attempt was futile. Here, there were no distractions, and everything was so open and free that his mind was forced to wander to the more unpleasant aspects of his life. Though he often tried to remember that he could very well be much worse off, this was a temporary and rather silly solution, and didn't fix any of his problems. Right now, he hoped to god that someone would come along and converse with him. Anyone.
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[/font][/center]WORDCOUNT 505
TAGGED eli!
LYRICS the wild kindness - silver jews
NOTES I'M TIRED. and i'm in this a shittttty mood, so i apologize profusely for the bad-ness and shortness. D:
CREDIT TO ohemgee callie ?! of caution 2.0!
