What I think about before bed
So, when I wake up tomorrow is the world still going to be divided? Will his story be more truthful than hers? Will he be right and he over there be wrong? What about my story? The one left untold? I hear adults say, "There are 2 sides to every story." How can this be when there are 7.6 billion stories being written everyday? I don't believe there are sides. There is no being on the same page. It is impossible. Maybe instead of trying to prove our truths, we should stick to just living them while respecting the ones we'll never really understand.
What I think about before bed
So, when I wake up tomorrow is the world still going to be divided? Will his story be more truthful than hers? Will he be right and he over there be wrong? What about my story? The one left untold? I hear adults say, "There are 2 sides to every story." How can this be when there are 7.6 billion stories being written everyday? I don't believe there are sides. There is no being on the same page. It is impossible. Maybe instead of trying to prove our truths, we should stick to just living them while respecting the ones we'll never really understand.