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Saturday, February 9, 2019

Sililoquy :: essays papers

Sililoquy I went to work as any separate day, walking around the mall with my best friend, staring, gazing into every transparent sparkler containing items for my wish list, leaving me with wants, and forget never become possessions. My environ rang, as my mother, carefully, hitherto failing to hide her tears, told me my cousin (Joshua), two age of age, had drowned. I felt your struggle I thought you had encountered. The splash of water, as it skillfully entered your windpipes, devouring your lungs until your eyes became bloodshot red, as you gasped for that last schnorchel of air, only to swallow more water. And then, slowly your heart stops walloping as your body swam along, allowing the current to be your guide. Your body drifted down the canal, besides your soul drifted towards heaven. I held my uncle close, my shoulder accepting his tears and cries unheard for his love life son. Nothing, no pain can ever compare to the injection of a lost loved one I was giv en when I hugged him, as I felt every breath of sorrow moisten my chest. His tight grip on my shirt held me without a thought of letting go, as he shed his tears on me, seeping done me shirt, my pores, through my soul and directly to my heart. The sharp pain causing your breaths to shorten and unwieldy tears to fall with no bottom to reach. I heard his unheard cries for his son. That was a want that could never be fulfilled. That was a missing order that could never be found. A child, every child, is certainly a chip in from God. The creation of every human beingness, the growth, the heart, the mind never knowing the capabilities it will endow. Never knowing the fullest extent of its imagination, enabling them to do anything, and everything it desires and to contribute effect into my life is truly one of the many mysterious ways God has worked, in my life, and everyones life. Joshua, two years into this earth and yet I feel he has accomplished more than a man, yet no less than an angel. How can such a tragedy being so many joys into ones mind ones life? And not just one life, but many lives.

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