don’t think about it

similar upbringing

You would think you grew up differently than everyone else, that there was no possible way someone could see the same reality as you. You’ll always have the reoccurring thought of no one “understanding” you…

My thoughts are jumbled. It’s nighttime, after a long night with the most aware individuals ever. I sit and connect how my life is interconnected to the things we just discussed.

Moments of time when I sit in silence or subconsciously meditate through driving with sweet melodic melodies, simple walks in the morning, or random contemplations. I allow myself to feel thoughts out, never forcing my mind to think of unorthodox ideas. Letting every thought pass through as if it were the wind blowing through the leaves of a tall, branched tree.