Sorry to contradict Rascall Flatts and his awesome song, (one of many. Rascall Flatts is the only country singer I can half-way stand) "What Hurts The Most," but growing up is way worse. If you never grow up and have to leave that perfect realm of childhood bliss, then you never have to deal with losing someone.
I house sat for Mom's friend over the weekend, and I got to do a lot of thinking. Being in an empty house does something to jumpstart your brains and your emotions all at once...
So here's what I wrote:
The only time i can really think is when I'm completely alone and it's absolutely quiet. Well, sounds of life: a door creaking once or twice, electronics humming, the occasional bird chirping, other house noises. Plus, that atmosphere is like pounding adrenaline into my writing brain. It's a rush and I can't stop writing!
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