There are some things that we like to such an extent that it defines us.
...Cannot understand how it happens to not be a thing loved by all.
Like sentence fragments without a subject, not sure who to include.
I wouldn't know how anyone personally expressed their identity within their own mind.
Not without starting a conversation.
Momentary social interactions that feel slightly closer than casual always take me by surprise. It is within you to be social to some extent.
When we think about how we can know our own minds exist on an endless plane, but cannot escape the thoughts that echo through the stadium inside out head.
I feel like a soul.
do not fall to pieces post-realization that ourselves are not the center of the universe
