Clouds. This is just a word. But wjere did it some from? Who was the one to say that those big white puffy things in the sky are clouds? I've never put that much thought into clouds. Maybe becuase they were never realy relevant to my every day life. I've never tooken the time to just stop and stare at one before. I was too busy with my every day routine.
the things I've always looked forward to in the past was Chillin with my friends, and junk about school. I was so focused on such insignificant things that I didn't take the time to look around at the beauty of enviroment & life had to offer. Hey. if I didn't care about myself or others, how do you expect me to care about a cloud? As I think about these things I realize how much I have changed over the many years. I look out what I call the "Empty Window' which is basically just a window that's facing a wall with gang names engraved into it. You can see a small stretxh of sky above it but that's it. Nothing else. As I begin to look away I see a small white puffy cloud, slowly floating by. And I think to myself "Where did this this cloud come from? Why is it that it floats by so easily without any thing to support it? Whose will or power lets it float?" I think harder and harder at these quetions and realize I will never know where this cloud is headed to. Does it have a certain destination it must reach? Will anyone I know set their eyes on the exact same cloud I am looking at? It's not like I can ask someone "Hey, did you happen to see a white puffy cloud around 5:00?" Some would say yes but I'd have my doubts for two reasons. One, it'd be alitte deranged if someone said yes. And two, I know deep inside that it couldn't be it. There are just too many beautiful clouds out there floating in the aqua sky to be able to pinpoint the exact one I am talking about. Like a boy that stares ain the petshop store for his new puppy I start to see a few new clouds forming beyong the window that i look through. I stop and stare at the engravings that stop me from clearly seeing the beautiful clouds;: Flaco, King Kobras R13V; Soteli; Smiley High-Land Park; Big top locos...All of these are carved into the walls and many more. I stop and think back. "Would me or anyone else on my street do the same, if we were given the chance?" Yes. Yes, any gang-banger on my street a few years ago would of put "Malo Avenue" on it. I put more thought into it. I realize what years of growing up in the hood did to you. You miss out on alot. You don't appreciate the beauty of life & nature. You don't notice alot going around you. The hood hypnotizes you so much that if you would of tried to look into the sky from this window, their eyes wouldn't of seen past the gang engravings. As I think more and more about it it fills me with depair. Becuase I know that other kids will sit where I am now. They would stare out the window and be so focused on the gang engravings that they would never be able to see the beauty of a cloud. At least I can come to a point that I can stare at a cloud with grattitude and not be distracted by stupidity and nonsense.
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