you know, honestly, i don't know why i write. especially on a blog...it's one blog, one minuscule blog in an entire database of information called the interweb. i don't know why i bother. it just doubles the fact that i am one person in a world of other people and my thoughts are also just one minuscule cluster of opinions. no one cares. and if they care to read just one sentence, that sentence will dissolve from their memory the moment they leave my blog page. i am forgotten, as the people i meet on the streets every day. i see someone different every single day yet i cannot remember any one of their faces. and i am sure i will never meet them again.
Mama Shaw's Pearls
Mama Shaw loved her pearls. They laid encased within a jeweled glass box with every other diamond encrusted, gold-plated, silver hooped, brass made trinket. You could see through the box. When the light hits it at the right angle, it lit up like the sun lights up the day. Often times i would stand at the door when she got ready in the evening and watch her carefully take out one delicate item at a time and set it out on her vanity which was covered in oxblood suede. She said it was better for the jewelry. I believe her. One time about 3 and a half years ago, she was getting ready for a night out with her friends. Her dress was ivory, her hair done up in a chignon. The glass pearls were going to be perfect. Now they weren't your ordinary glass pearls. They were actual glass beads crafted to look like pale pearls. They were my favorite. Whenever Mama Shaw wore them they made her face glow and her cheeks always appeared much rosier than usual. I guess they were her favorite too.
Google recommended me to read your blog, so here I am browsing through. Hope you don't mind! I liked what you said! " it just doubles the fact that i am just one person in a world of other people and my thoughts are also just one minuscule cluster of opinions. "
ReplyDeleteHello Houa! I can't believe it! You're the first person to stop by! Honestly, it makes me a little nervous. I'm a very...peculiarly apprehensive writer...or self-named writer, rather. I'm glad you can connect to something I've written. I honestly have neglected my blog and writing in general but it feels good to know I have an audience, no matter the count. I appreciate you stopping by, truly! I hope that you'll find yourself reading my blog in the near future! :)
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