Tweets for Posterity 413.

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Each of us is unique, so why is it we try so desperately to be the same?

How do we know our children are the most precious things we have? We just do.

Should those who work on the night shift, be known as the night shafted?

Though we may never speak, our true friends in our hearts we keep.

Friends are usually cause, for glad, yet sometimes, they also make us sad.

The weakest, are those who dare not feel, who their hearts, never reveal, who a kiss, never dare to steal, who are deaf, to love’s appeal.

Why are such simple words, so easily misunderstood, so difficult to say, and so hard to hear?

In my opinion the world needs people with the capacity to feel far more than it needs people with the capacity to not.

The best we can do, is to always be true. The worst? Close our eyes to evil, our ears to lies, our hearts to love, and our lips, to a kiss.

Hard to say “I’d rather cry than feel nothing” when the tears are real, and the feelings too, what to do, what to do.

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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