sponge

I love to float
Grasping that moment where your apart of everyone’s conversation;
but your own.
Paying attention to everyone but yourself
And knowing that everyone secretly thanks you for the attention.
The reason why I do it over and over-
Solely bases off of this point.
Instinct-
As soon as you see another acquainting soul
Your mind is filled with necessary information ready to be poured out onto them.
You rapidly disengage all your shy attributes
Especially when there is all this commotion around.
And spill pieces of information that will only make sense to you.
Don’t get me wrong- if there was judgement this would be a different story.
I just throw my shades on, smile, and float.
Just remember…If everyone thinks that they themselves are the most special, who then is thinking of anyone else?

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