June. That was my grandmother's name. I used to joke that we should celebrate 1/2 birthdays and mine would be on June 5th. Most every day with her was a celebration.
I was walking today and having conversations out loud in my head that I sometimes find myself actually speaking. I don't see the world like others. I just don't. When I try to live in it as others do it doesn't make me happy because I am left with the feeling of being fake, however, if I try to live it as would like, I don't seem to be able to function around others. For instance, right now the desire to get to know people seems to be at the top of my ............
I just decided that I can't write about this. It never comes out right. I'm going to sleep now.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
