Forgotten

I went to downtown Phoenix with my brother to look at a couple houses for him to move into. As we drove through, the area got pretty disastrous and just worn down. There was motel after motel. Motels that were for one night stands; meant to be used for wrong things. Sad people lived in them and stood around them looking suspicious and in need of some godly help that no human being is capable of. As we drove on and passed dysfunctional persons and the homeless we got into the high rises where business men and women work and drive their high class cars. But the looks on their faces seemed just the same as the homeless and broken. They were unhappy, discontent with what they have. They weren't aware of their surroundings but stuck inside their own box just seeing the world through a tiny hole. We continued to drive through and Jesse explained some of the buildings n such. We finally go to the outside of the high rises where everything had been forgotten about. But not just the buildings looked forgotten about but the people. It was it's own separate community. Highly dangerous and just..not cared for or loved. People looked like they were missing something. Just like their houses....just missing some caring for. Jesse decided that it would be best if he didn't live there. But as we drove back it was time that the sun burn its surroundings with it's rays and the windows of the high rises reflect the orange color out over the forgotten city. And even though there was beauty before all their eyes no one remembered it, because they had been forgotten.