The silence of a seashell.

Ch: 8

I have been dropped, a child picked me up and dropped me from a great height. The pain is immense, I cannot see for only a black cloak has covered my sight. I am in half, a crack ripped down my shell body and ripped apart as I clattered to the ground. I am in two and the pain is great.

I am being picked up, has the almighty god finally felt mercey upon me? No, for I am being dropped. It smells, it's dark. There's materials around me. I believe, I have been thrown out. I can feel my life skipping away, and as it happens I question my life.

How did I talk to that shell? How am I thinking? How do I cry and feel emotions, what is this? What am I! How do I understand I've been thrown out, how have I described my life? How have I, a shell, understood the concept of let alone life, but religion.

Am I even real?

footnote: I'm sorry.