A little different format attempt. I'm going to write five separate paragraphs. Each just one minute long. Based on the the most interesting word I find in the first tweet, when refreshing twitter.
HATE is a four letter word, but we all seem to embrace it so much more easily than we embrace love. We don't admit to others and many times to even ourselves, but one look at how we speak, who we speak of and the vitriol we spew makes it so evident this is true.
How often is it normal to think about one's CHILDHOOD? I think about it all the time. The playing in the street, the friends houses, the sleepovers, the first kisses, the silliness. The end of the day curling up next to mom or dad and falling asleep only to wake up the next morning in bed.
I don't really remember my first KISS, but I definitely remember the first kiss with passion. It took me by surprise as I was overwhelmed. I was 13, she was 16, maybe even 17 and she thought I was cute and innocent. She had no idea. I was too innocent apparently as the romance lasted but a week or two.
When I was younger, I took the PLANET and it's existence for granted. Sort of weird for a little kid not to be amazed, but to see the planet as a given. It wasn't for a silly reason, such as, God will take care of us. I knew that was a lie. No, it was sort of because the vastness of it all made me feel as if it were indestructible. Sadly our Congress still believes my childhood myths.
I wonder how many wish the could SILENCE me. I know there are many I feel the same about, but why? Do they annoy me with their repetitiveness or their stupidity? I wonder their reason for wanting me silenced. I might just have to ask, but I know that will only cause me to voice my thoughts even more.
HATE is a four letter word, but we all seem to embrace it so much more easily than we embrace love. We don't admit to others and many times to even ourselves, but one look at how we speak, who we speak of and the vitriol we spew makes it so evident this is true.
How often is it normal to think about one's CHILDHOOD? I think about it all the time. The playing in the street, the friends houses, the sleepovers, the first kisses, the silliness. The end of the day curling up next to mom or dad and falling asleep only to wake up the next morning in bed.
I don't really remember my first KISS, but I definitely remember the first kiss with passion. It took me by surprise as I was overwhelmed. I was 13, she was 16, maybe even 17 and she thought I was cute and innocent. She had no idea. I was too innocent apparently as the romance lasted but a week or two.
When I was younger, I took the PLANET and it's existence for granted. Sort of weird for a little kid not to be amazed, but to see the planet as a given. It wasn't for a silly reason, such as, God will take care of us. I knew that was a lie. No, it was sort of because the vastness of it all made me feel as if it were indestructible. Sadly our Congress still believes my childhood myths.
I wonder how many wish the could SILENCE me. I know there are many I feel the same about, but why? Do they annoy me with their repetitiveness or their stupidity? I wonder their reason for wanting me silenced. I might just have to ask, but I know that will only cause me to voice my thoughts even more.
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