Jack II

Panting and out of breath, he hear them calling out. "Be glad we have things to do today, tomorrow you'll be sorry, this is Beverly hills, it is a small city I'll get you at the end, let's go guys".

Peeping towards the ground, he didn't see them anymore but he could hear their footsteps retreating.

He settled next to the smoke pipe, where his blanket and brown box is. Billy the pigeon was still there "Where are your friends?" jack asked carrying the pigeon. "I bet they are not really your friends after all, don't worry Billy you have me now. Now let's see that canker" Taking out the apple cider, and opening the cap, he pour a few drops on Billy's beak, "There you go, you'll be fine in no time"

He take out the blue diary, "Look what I got for myself, I've always wanted one of these, it's my way of keeping everything in details just in case I find my pair, so he won't be too confused, I'll explain everything for him in here everyday, shall we start now?" he ask the frail pigeon. Billy the pigeon coos."I'll take that as a yes" jack smiled. So he started...

November_17_2020

Dear Pair,

My Name is Jack and I am your thoughts. You are probably confused as you read my last sentence but let me explain...

17 years ago, your parents gave birth to you, so automatically you are assigned a mind of your own, which means you have the ability to think for yourself. I am that thought. I am as old as you are. We came into existence at the same time and the same date. Some prefer to call their pair their twins but let's just stick to the facts.

As a baby you can see your thought(me) floating around you but you have to catch it so you two can one. But for some reason, you were not able to catch your thought(me) and now you're left blank. I am a very wise thought, I read a lot. And I love astronomy so I hope you do too.

From where I'm from, they're four kinds of thoughts (like me)

1. The aligned_ ones with body, they are the cool kids.

2. The un's _ ones without body(that's where I come in).

3. The rebels_ the police, the force, call them the law, because they keep everything and everyone in order, nobody really knows how they came to be, and nobody dare ask them, they're untouchable. And then there is

4. The gothic_ these are the thoughts that are permanently stucked. They're permanently without a body because they choose to be, they went rogue immediately after birth, so they are free. Rumors has it that they can corrupt an already occupied body to think and perform bad things. They're viruses. And nobody has seen them, we only hear of their existence.

I've been with the un's for a long time and they're not really that bad but they don't try to find solutions to the problem, so I stop attending their meetings and fairs. Some of them are even ready to join the gothics, they got tired of searching for their body, which is sad. They call the 'elder un' our leader because she's been an un for so long, she wasn't able to find her body, she's been without a body for 30 years now.

And oh there's Christine, she's the most beautiful green thought I have ever seen, but she's an aligned, she's unthinkable. I see her every day in the TMB, she has the most beautiful thoughts and she dance. Ballet.

The "Thoughts Minds And Brains" shortened "TMB" is some kind of a vent where all the thoughts go to import and export, all our knowledges are there. When we learn new things we go there to share with each other and to also know new things. It's the only place that has kept me going all this while. You humans call it library. It's funny because we give you the information you need and calling it library just don't do enough justice.

I hope one day we find each other. I hope it won't be too late when we do. Because when humans turn 20 without their thoughts, they have lost the chance. And by December we're turning 18. I've tried so hard to find you

but I couldn't. I went to all the high schools in Beverly hills, hoping you'll see me but you were not there. So I sleep a lot now, because they say it helps in connecting us, you'll keep having dreams of where to find me, but I only hope you're able to get the description.

You must be thinking how will I know its you, well I won't but you'll see me, and when you do, you'll try to catch me. You see your thought alone, nobody else will, so you can't see other people's thoughts as well, that's just how it works.

And oh I hope your name is Jack because I have a lot of expectations.

Yours Sincerely

Jack.

He gently close the page, putting the book back in the backpack, he pick the novel on astronomy. Opening he started reading aloud for Billy to hear too.

*Two hours passed*

It is too dark now. Billy is fast asleep. Jack close the novel and lay his blanket down and he set to sleep. "Good night Billy" he said yawning.

*Dead silence*