The sun rose on the midday gleam and set that morning. Little did trees know to talk; they only know to walk. Strangely, Tuesdays are wooden with charm and ginger. Oddly, the old sunset didn't rise today, which was odd, and no one noticed. Keys are jello with metal, and the lock is pudding with secrets, as are cards with iron and cloud-ridden notes engraved into their sides. Who knew the words weren't written there on the floor? Who cared that the couch was a rock and the floor was the sea? Why does it matter when the sky starts singing with houses and soil; it does not, does it? The screen moves passively and actively; whoever knows where the atmosphere went. I live in a box made of land and air. Find who you are by learning it is light and not colorblindness. You cannot see through glass doors if you can't see at all.
Nonsense. Utter Nonsense is what I have written unless, of course, it isn't. There is no message, purpose, or reason behind it, like trying to live without God.
Throughout my life, I always try to live independently from God and make my life how I want it to be, not considering what God might have called me to do or be. Who am I, and why am I here on this earth? Without God, I will and would never know.
"The sun rose on the midday gleam and set that morning." no, it didn't. That wouldn't make any sense, would it?
2 comments:
Hey Braden! I really enjoyed getting to read this blog post of yours. I found it really interesting and I enjoyed getting to see how you unfolded the story and your ideas. It pulled me in and I thought it was good! Keep up the good work!
Hi! I loved how this progressed! The point about life without God being nonsense is so good to keep in mind, and is super encouraging! Loved the chunk of nonsense at the beginning. (Rylie W)
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