City on a Hill
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The Birds and Trees (Part 1)
I have been on this Earth for 23 years. That’s 289 months, 1,217 weeks, 8,551 days, 205,239 hours, 12,314,369 minutes, and at this moment 738,862,214 seconds. I do have to say looking that up and watching the seconds I’ve been alive tick by every- well, every second is unsettling. With every second ticking by I can’t help but feel like I’ve wasted every single one of them. All 738,862,346 of them. So many seconds and I’ve come to this very exact second wondering why in the hell I’ve been given so many seconds. Why do I, this individual speck of dust in the vast infinite universe, exist. More likely than not, most other human beings alive have pondered this question countless times. I honestly can’t for the life of me remember any single one of those seconds of my life that I was not in some capacity trying to figure out what it’s all for. It was at this exact second,738,862,597, that I figured it out.
By City on a Hill4 years ago in Fiction
Writing Is Hard
Writing is hard, or at least it will be until I stop telling myself that. My brain is running constantly like a busy New York City train station. Complete with the girl who is late for her interview. The other day, a middle-aged pregnant woman stabbed a homeless man for saying the word moist. So, yeah, its busy up there, violent, loud, chaotic. Often a little weird. My brain is the city that never sleeps.
By City on a Hill4 years ago in Poets
