As the Sun Set

As the sun set, the desert wasteland that lie before me glowed a scarlet, eerie sort of red. It was redder than blood. It was more barren than a cavern. It was more desolated, plus lonely, like a haunted graveyard that barely any heavenly angels came from. I think that we all could have found our own comparisons to those deadly ideas, I knew that at least I could have. The scarlet liquid that travels through each and every one of our veins. Yes, it brings us to a beautiful life tense, surely to be enjoyed, but it is hidden, and once each of us cuts our skin open, the red stain on that now lies on our sleeve, if it does anything, it prophesies of death. Why is that? Is it unfamiliarity? Is it mystery?? Lets peer inside ourselves for a closer look. It takes in whole, around 60 seconds for the blood in your body to complete one track. It goes first to your heart to your extremities and then it returns, a simple, unfrightening, there and back again. Blood moves through the body much like a river (scared of water? Say, unable to swim?), moving with the rapid currents and great arterial tributaries and through the smallest capillary creeks. Any scientist would be interested in seeing something such as this sound connection to the heart; however, such astounding aren’t available since we cannot see them through a microscope, at least in your average, primary, Biology 1 class way, with young students gathered around the table, barely paying attention anyway. That doesn’t mean that observation can’t be taken, and description dies, you don’t need to see something in order for it to be real. This rouleaux formation or stacking of RBCs occurs through a capillary bed. Do you have to be of a certain set of beliefs for the facts to be applied to your mid with understand? I am not sure. I am a Christian; it still all startles me. The barrenness of our scene reminds me once again how barren the world is. We just fill it with the manmade things like luxuries or what we call it to make it not feel so much so. The world is desolate, gray, and gloomy, pushing the tarp off each one of our eyes in order to find this revelation. All the lies we tell ourselves, they are all dreams that will never truly be, no matter how hard we may each try and that’s a fact. At first sign of light, we each flee to it, hoping it will be better, although we each have no idea. Better food, better sun, better love. We all have our assorted dreams, but all start with the same word, better. We don’t want to be alone in a reality like this, but we sadly must, while we never are in our dumb, bling minds. All trying to return to somewhere. Anywhere with our meager cart of belongings. Finding little, while honestly, not looking for much. Everywhere we look, everything is dead and covered in ash, no matter what cover they may put on their front to show everyone.