I was going through my phones notes and I found something I wrote that i'm going to post. Sometime's when when i'm somewhere surrounded by something I don't want to forget, experiencing something that feels surreal I write down my thoughts just so I can relive the moment afterwards. Not long ago, this was what i'd wake up to:
Sitting, staring out the window. Watching the busy bustle of people that always seem to be in a hurry. As though they're all rushing to be somewhere and are late. They look so small, the size of tiny fire ants running around. Everyone absorbed in their own little world. Perhaps we don't really live in one world. Maybe we each live in our own worlds created by our thoughts and feelings. Starring as the main characters in our own stories. We all carry on through life intoxicated by our memories and feelings. As if our thoughts are a reflection to the lives we live. It's easy to feel like we're the only one's with problems, feelings, and thoughts but sometime's I can't help but wonder what's going on with others.