Sometimes there are things you think knowingly and subconsciously. (Duh, KT!)
Well that's the intro hihihi....you know what's coming....or not.
i grew up all over the world. i traveled every few months and never had friends....at all. Until i stayed put one year in highschool. The first year. The crucial year. Everyone started clumping up in groups of their middle schools. I had no friends from middle school....but one, really. i tried to be a social butterfly, i got nowhere though considering my connections were shut off for a reason.
The few connections that did remain, howeveri.mi.ss.yo.ui thought of subconsciously through every journey, and every place i'd be calling home for a while.
I want to go home so bad...
On the whole, those stayed.
Questions that remain:
What rules? Subconsciousness or consciousness?
Who are these people in the long run?
Do they really help with developing the self?
I don't know, I am lost.
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