Post by Joey on Jun 30, 2017 16:36:47 GMT -5
I am tired.
The scene is Texas, deep south. The AC is going full blast, and outside it is already close to 90 degrees and it is not even 9am yet. In Texas the world seems to sleep during the hottest days. Everyone stays in doors. There is hardly any traffic, it seems that in this area of the country, everyone becomes a vampire. There are heat advisories. The news keeps telling you to stay indoors and stay out of the sun. And people listen. And as soon as late afternoon/early evening starts the city starts to come alive. Kids start to go outdoors, traffic gets heavy. Its as if it were all on que. It is a strange dance, and yet it happens almost everyday. Malls will be almost empty, reminding one of ghost towns rather than town centers.
And one might even forget that it’ll be the 4th of July in a few days. It doesnt even feel like it. But at night if you drive around, you can see little firework stands already open for business. And most days you will see children and teenagers buying some. Usually small amounts and just enough to have a few laughs and giggles. Its not till the day of that the adults come out to play and start spending serious bucks. Some spend upwards of 200 dollars without even blinking. I find it to be quite interesting. The states and cities where popping fireworks being still legal diminish every year, less and less allow it. And so I think to myself maybe I should buy some fireworks as well? Before my chance is gone for good.
When I was a kid my father used to buy us fireworks. He was fearless, holding bottle rockets in his hands, putting a black cat in his fist and letting it pop inside, he was never hurt. Just black powder in palm. I thought he was superman when he did those things. Its one of the few things I remember about him. Redd was a bit older than I. And I think he remembers more about him than me. But he never talks about him. I dont push it though. I know better. We do not talk about our dead, or our departed. And that is how it is.
(I wish I could just sleep for a few days straight)
As a kid I used to think I would live forever. That life would go on for me and all those part of my life. But I was wrong. And I learned that lesson at a very young age. My father died. Years ago my mother passed away, then after her my best friend who was like a brother passed away too. And I realized no one and nothing lasts forever. We are all temporary in our own ways, some more than others.
To Twilight I will say you have proven your worth. You are not temporary. You show us each week that you are not fly by night. When we have needed you, you have answered the call. You have heart and yet you hide it very well. You see things from a different perspective. You have lived a life, excuse me I mean lives that few will ever understand. Inside your shell you have waited and bled. You and I have felt the hate, rise up in us just like a cake. Hah I just rhymed. But lets move on. My point is we’ve been around each other a long time. Seen friends and family leave us behind as they go off to the next world. A world I dont think I deserve and a world you have yet to experience. And we feel alone, at least I know I do.
(take a deep breath and wait for it to pass, let it all subside)
Then there is the one and only Jackson Kent. You know when I was your age I was living in Chicago, and I was living in a homeless shelter. But not in the way you think. I was a volunteer, I stayed in the facility and helped with keeping up the place, asking businesses for donations and helping cook in the soup kitchen. I had decided I was going to live for others, that I was going to help others.
To do some good in my life for once. And that is exactly what I did for several years. That is till my brother came and found me and turned my life to crap.
(Almost over now)
Then there is Jackson Kent. So many people have such nice things to say about you. What do you think I would say about you? Do you think I would let false praise leave my lips? Do I strike you as a liar or false prophet? I am neither, and definitely not a prophet. Nothing I say about you will be a lie, of that you can be 100 percent certain. Nothing I say about you will be about the future. You see Jackson all the talent in the world can only get you so far. All the talent in the world can only serve you so much. It takes will, and some inner strength that I havent seen from you yet. I am not saying you do not have it, I simply am saying I have yet to see it.
.You keep your voice quiet till its only needed. And you hope it is enough. Doing the bare minimum Jackson is never enough. Its never going to be enough. You need to stand tall. Be seen , be heard, be a leader. I know you have it in you, but you too hold back, a lot like Twilight. Do not do that. We need you now more than ever.
Maybe you are ok with not being seen, maybe you just want to be a follower. But I know better. I can see something in you even if you do not see it in yourself. Be better than you are, be better than you have been. Can you do that Jackson?
And I think I am out of things to say.
(take a deep breath and be thankful it is over)
The 4th is on its way, each year is one last time to have some fun, to be a kid again if nothing else than for a night, and set the night on fire with light.
...Fade...
The scene is Texas, deep south. The AC is going full blast, and outside it is already close to 90 degrees and it is not even 9am yet. In Texas the world seems to sleep during the hottest days. Everyone stays in doors. There is hardly any traffic, it seems that in this area of the country, everyone becomes a vampire. There are heat advisories. The news keeps telling you to stay indoors and stay out of the sun. And people listen. And as soon as late afternoon/early evening starts the city starts to come alive. Kids start to go outdoors, traffic gets heavy. Its as if it were all on que. It is a strange dance, and yet it happens almost everyday. Malls will be almost empty, reminding one of ghost towns rather than town centers.
And one might even forget that it’ll be the 4th of July in a few days. It doesnt even feel like it. But at night if you drive around, you can see little firework stands already open for business. And most days you will see children and teenagers buying some. Usually small amounts and just enough to have a few laughs and giggles. Its not till the day of that the adults come out to play and start spending serious bucks. Some spend upwards of 200 dollars without even blinking. I find it to be quite interesting. The states and cities where popping fireworks being still legal diminish every year, less and less allow it. And so I think to myself maybe I should buy some fireworks as well? Before my chance is gone for good.
When I was a kid my father used to buy us fireworks. He was fearless, holding bottle rockets in his hands, putting a black cat in his fist and letting it pop inside, he was never hurt. Just black powder in palm. I thought he was superman when he did those things. Its one of the few things I remember about him. Redd was a bit older than I. And I think he remembers more about him than me. But he never talks about him. I dont push it though. I know better. We do not talk about our dead, or our departed. And that is how it is.
(I wish I could just sleep for a few days straight)
As a kid I used to think I would live forever. That life would go on for me and all those part of my life. But I was wrong. And I learned that lesson at a very young age. My father died. Years ago my mother passed away, then after her my best friend who was like a brother passed away too. And I realized no one and nothing lasts forever. We are all temporary in our own ways, some more than others.
To Twilight I will say you have proven your worth. You are not temporary. You show us each week that you are not fly by night. When we have needed you, you have answered the call. You have heart and yet you hide it very well. You see things from a different perspective. You have lived a life, excuse me I mean lives that few will ever understand. Inside your shell you have waited and bled. You and I have felt the hate, rise up in us just like a cake. Hah I just rhymed. But lets move on. My point is we’ve been around each other a long time. Seen friends and family leave us behind as they go off to the next world. A world I dont think I deserve and a world you have yet to experience. And we feel alone, at least I know I do.
(take a deep breath and wait for it to pass, let it all subside)
Then there is the one and only Jackson Kent. You know when I was your age I was living in Chicago, and I was living in a homeless shelter. But not in the way you think. I was a volunteer, I stayed in the facility and helped with keeping up the place, asking businesses for donations and helping cook in the soup kitchen. I had decided I was going to live for others, that I was going to help others.
To do some good in my life for once. And that is exactly what I did for several years. That is till my brother came and found me and turned my life to crap.
(Almost over now)
Then there is Jackson Kent. So many people have such nice things to say about you. What do you think I would say about you? Do you think I would let false praise leave my lips? Do I strike you as a liar or false prophet? I am neither, and definitely not a prophet. Nothing I say about you will be a lie, of that you can be 100 percent certain. Nothing I say about you will be about the future. You see Jackson all the talent in the world can only get you so far. All the talent in the world can only serve you so much. It takes will, and some inner strength that I havent seen from you yet. I am not saying you do not have it, I simply am saying I have yet to see it.
.You keep your voice quiet till its only needed. And you hope it is enough. Doing the bare minimum Jackson is never enough. Its never going to be enough. You need to stand tall. Be seen , be heard, be a leader. I know you have it in you, but you too hold back, a lot like Twilight. Do not do that. We need you now more than ever.
Maybe you are ok with not being seen, maybe you just want to be a follower. But I know better. I can see something in you even if you do not see it in yourself. Be better than you are, be better than you have been. Can you do that Jackson?
And I think I am out of things to say.
(take a deep breath and be thankful it is over)
The 4th is on its way, each year is one last time to have some fun, to be a kid again if nothing else than for a night, and set the night on fire with light.
...Fade...
