To Exist [Day 115]

 

THE GENTLE TINKLING of ice swirled against the glossy stone.

Hanging her head on her knees, she felt a little gurgle of thought rise up from the relentless chill that had stealthily been consuming her since she was lost out in the snow. She shook herself. Even her thoughts were running away, long winding hopeless tirades…

She shook herself again. What had she thought? Ah, yes: why was she here?

Not literally. She knew why she had come out here, but why was she here — in existence — at all? What purpose did she have? Or rather, if there was no purpose for anyone, why had she, among the many curious and random chances of the universe, ever become at all? Wouldn’t the world be better, more peaceful, more vital, more expressive, without her?

Surely…


Written: 29 Dec 2015

Words: 136

Inspired: feelings of the morning + weather

A/N: I know I’ve been really bad with these. It’s just been hard recently to get up and write them. My habits and routines have been blargh recently. Also, I’d like to do more with this blog than just post daily writings and book responses/reviews. I’ll see what the New Year brings.

x-posted

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