Their Eyes Were Watching God: Journal Four

So Christine contemplated Life. Life, The peculiar way with sharp nails that lived farther than the eye could see. The immense concept that existed with out substance. What is the need for Life, what breeze can gust against her? She poises in her elevated home that has a prospect of inspects over great distances. Poise she is, gazing with stillness from sunrise to sunset with her dagger from behind her, bides one time for the prophet to arrive. Been standing patiently upon knowledge of when, where, or then. She was to be accountable to discover a white feather from the  artwork behind her house sometime in the near future. She was distressed and enraged too. Poor pitiful Peter! He should never contemplate by his lonesome. She appointed Jesse to appear, but Peter told the man to not bother with such duties. The medical practitioners were extroardinary with their work, but a situation has occurred, that they will not be able to solve. He tried to stay healthy but he was unsuccessful in the run against death. People came from around the world to see such a sight. So brutal, but yet so peaceful he layed.