I do sit and dwell about things other than heaven; such things as human daily life, mortality and the human construct of time is always a reoccurring thought. It was confusing for the first few weeks I landed on Earth, but since I've been here ,roughly 2 months, I've grown used to it. However I still can't grasp at the obsession they have with it and their need to shape there lives around it. But of course, I'm only 500 years old what better do I know?
A bird flies through my broken window chirping obnoxiously loud and, jumping out of my thoughts, I'm back in my room getting up off my mattress and trying to shoo the thing out the window as it dances around the room. The tarnished, wooden floor boards creaking under my feet as they always did, as I moved the bird closer to the window. Once the bird eventually left from where it came, I closed one side of the curtain so it covered the broken side of the window and hopefully that event didn't occur again, "she says for the third time in two weeks" I say to myself in a sarcastic, tired voice. Although I guess I always sound tired, I never needed sleep in heaven but now I do and I forget I need sleep, so most of the time I collapse of sleep deprivation. But aside from the sleep deprivation, I try my best to live a normal life as if I wasn't thrown from heaven
and as if I wasn't an angel.
As if I was human and that it had always been that way.
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We All Fall Down...
FantasyWhen you've been kicked out of heaven, especially so quickly, what more can you do other than hide and dwell on what it was like before "the fall". A time that was peaceful and serine was now filled with paranoia and confusion for Charlie. Was it Ch...
