Another Monday Morning
You scream with everything left in your lungs, cursing in furiocity, flailing your arms around. You realize you're actually being rather dramatic, but cease you stop.
You've always wondered if God even existed in this realm, or even existed at all, perhaps he is a simple psychological illusion that only began in a man's simple mind. Perhaps God exists, but inhabits another Dimension. There are too many possiblilities for you to think about. You used to wish for a being among the Universe to be present, to listen to your ramblings and help you throughout your journey through life, yet your prayers always seem to go unanswered, you try and try again, that was a long time ago, you'd given up, and resorted to working in an office where life became a daily ritual of working for a man you'd never known before, drinking strange coffee, and then returning home to sleep. This is the first time in years you have even attempted to speak to God.
You quickly stop ranting and screaming when you feel a large vibration in your pocket. Your phone. What a great time to talk to someone. You read the message, it says, "What's your problem man? I have bout 600 other people tryna speak to me, why u hav 2 scream and shout for?! O.o??"
You stare at your phone in disbelief, the feelings of shock overpower you and you continue to stare at your phone without moving. You then realize you're not even breathing.
You awaken from your dramatic thoughts, and begin to make a decision...
You've always wondered if God even existed in this realm, or even existed at all, perhaps he is a simple psychological illusion that only began in a man's simple mind. Perhaps God exists, but inhabits another Dimension. There are too many possiblilities for you to think about. You used to wish for a being among the Universe to be present, to listen to your ramblings and help you throughout your journey through life, yet your prayers always seem to go unanswered, you try and try again, that was a long time ago, you'd given up, and resorted to working in an office where life became a daily ritual of working for a man you'd never known before, drinking strange coffee, and then returning home to sleep. This is the first time in years you have even attempted to speak to God.
You quickly stop ranting and screaming when you feel a large vibration in your pocket. Your phone. What a great time to talk to someone. You read the message, it says, "What's your problem man? I have bout 600 other people tryna speak to me, why u hav 2 scream and shout for?! O.o??"
You stare at your phone in disbelief, the feelings of shock overpower you and you continue to stare at your phone without moving. You then realize you're not even breathing.
You awaken from your dramatic thoughts, and begin to make a decision...