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.
wendy found herself in the old shack. suddenly the wind picked up swinging the door wide open. bracing onto the old kitchen counter, wendy shielded her eyes from the flying dust. a violent gust pushed her over. after finding herself on the floor, the wind died down and the door quietly shut itself and wendy picked herself up to lean on a beautifully carved wooden chair. her eyes widened as she gazed around what seemed to be not a shack, but rather a beautiful and dreamy candy-shop. "why young lady, what are you doing down there?" an old woman, with a basket hung on her arm, reached down to help wendy to her feet. "i...i'm not sure, really.." wendy stuttered. "you might want to watch yourself now, the wind is coming in a little differently around here.." and if wendy were clear from the dust, she could have possibly seen a twinkle in the old woman's eyes. "what do you mean, ma'am?" wendy asked as she straightened out her wrinkly...
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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