Bad spelling, horrible syntax and poignant 11-year-old wisdom. The unedited entries of my sixth-grade journal.
I really can’t describe the sound of silence. But 1 things is for sure I don’t like it. Its quiet and just to bland. I don’t know what silence is, is like the trees or is it like the wind its fast is it slow, is mangeled very low, I don’t know what silence is. I just don’t know, whatever it is it can’t be good all it does is give you a orge to say something outloud and maybe even shout, silence is like a drout, A drout of noise no noise at all all it is is that painting on that wall I no one thing for sure and sure it is silence is golden and that all it is.