Is everyone gone yet? It seemed to me that everyone just kept on moving from one thing to the other and now they've all settled elsewhere to follow the perceived emerging trends. At least now I feel like I can hear myself think. Maybe a little too well. The sounds of the low rumbling mumblings that echo between the empty spaces of my brain. Indiscernible vibrations that reverberate in the dark pits of my mind. The very corners that are hidden out of view but the knowledge of which roll through the cracks in my brain like tar leaving behind its remains everywhere.
Thinking is an insane thing. Can drive a man crazy, especially if it's all by his lonesome.
I'm not going to say that I finally understand and see everyone for who they are because I really don't. How can I when I barely understand myself? It was interesting reading on the passages on the English AP test about the world we live in and how people wear ornaments. It struck a chord with me. Chino Hills fits the bill perfectly. Trying too hard to be something better than what it actually is and just comes off as just looking like an embarrassment.
Maybe that's too harsh though. The best parts of this place are the parts that man can't do anything about. The green rolling hills and the blindingly yellow flowers that cover them in the spring time. The perfect combination of booming sunlight with the cool breeze of winter's last breathes. A humble, unassuming tree at the tops of hills. The sight of cotton ball sheep rolling lazily.
I'll miss those things. The simple ignorance and docility of the suburbs.
That's all my brain remembers to write about for now.
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