6th Grader Writing

Something I wrote when I was young. I really love how this was writen. And the thought about it.

Everything But Dust

We think to our selves and say "I finally found out the real [person]"  we think this gives a key to that persons heart to get to understand and know them better. When in reality, no one can ever truly understand a human's personality.  I mean how can we, when we can never under stand ourselves or the world around us.  This image of truly understanding others, well always be in the way.  It will delude us in to thinking that we have a key but the key well never be found.  Everything you know and think is dust, a pile of worthless dust.