My teeth are chattering for controversy about something other than who to love and what to look like. I’m waiting for talk about the inconsistency of living and the way people feel when they laugh. I want to hear about a persons day not their political views, their dreams and far fetched plans, not their religion. How about we stare at the stars instead of wasting words on social media. Some days I wish I had a magic wand that I could point at people and it would turn them into a book, pages held together by a spine, all different, and then I could read them. Read each page, every single word, I could learn who they are without the filters of society. Wouldn’t that be something.