I'm a little bit saddened again today. I tried to take my sister outside and describe nature for her, but she didn't really want anything to do with it. She just spent the whole time running out finding things on the ground, that i wouldn't let her take home, and asking me random questions. I guess at her age I cant really expect her to fully appreciate nature fully, and I shouldn't expect her too. The whole time I was wishing, deep down, that I had taken my walk alone so I could have wrote something. Here's something I wrote in class the other day, when my classmates were causing all sorts of havoc and chaos.
Silence
noise, loud, obnoxious,
silence, whispered, reserved,
words spoken,
some to anger, some to not
said, mostly in the moment,
a few, slim, scarce,
remembered, feared,
words holding the power,
chaining reaction to reaction,
words unpredictable,
causing giant waves,
eventually crashing,
causing again,
noise, and then silence.
All my life seems like constant noise, I dont feel there is much I can do to avoid it. I've decided I really want to write, to be a writer. I'm not happy where my life is now, and it's easy for me to conjure up worlds for me to hide in. Maybe ill get the courage to write about one of those places sometime.
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