I kept leaving to get water, coming back without water. I sat in the church, they sing and put to shame any song they dare play. No such thing as a professional church, government won’t let that happen I thought. They finally finished, and everyone clapped, I clapped as well, but my hands hitting together seemed to sounds higher pitched than the rest of the church. My mind began to wonder, thinking and contemplating what I’ve learned, criticizing it because I have nothing else to do, because I enjoy it. Every word the priest seemed to speak was “Hallelujah”
He made his jokes and then went down to the point. This week’s lesson was for the kids that they assumed they couldn’t handle anything. They killed themselves because they thought they couldn’t get one more day. Even if you have nothing to live for, society now a days has so much s**t you can do that you can become so absorbed by it that you won’t remember you life. I thought again, my back beginning to itch drastically for some apparent reason. That’s the entire reason I would write, for myself just to leave, play video game for the same reason. Weaklings that want attention act like the suicidal type, and by that point they are lost, they don’t care about anyone but themselves. He scratched his back effortlessly, and then decided to lean away from the church chairs. The church hates me… I thought, this time standing up and whispering to my mom.
“I’ll be back” her look and my educated guess told me what she was going to say, but I left anyways.
 Neil Venson · Sun Mar 08, 2009 @ 08:34pm · 0 Comments |
