They come in crowds, the people that appear to be so much unlike me. The mindless and the mindful indiscernibly rove in packs together. The mindless, hopelessly entrenched in their own affairs without eyes strong enough to stray from a distant window’s painting of their self portrait. The mindful carrying an eagerness to cement moments of lightheartedness, agony, confusion, and clarity to memory. To them, relaxing means time to think.
 
While massed together they seem to be all but at each other’s throats. Like cats huddled in corners trying to keep what‘s unique to each of them safe. Forget peace, it’s irrelevant that outside of each other’s company they all quietly weigh the odds that someone else feels the same. It hasn’t caught on that they might share the same looping thoughts with everyone they walk next to every single day. Hurriedly, they brush past each other without sentiments.

Polluted only by pure numbers, you and I share a strained relationship. One that may be void of words. One that may be a frigid mess. Yet it is a relationship that is, more often than not, unrecognized. You see, you and I aren't so different after all.
Like you, the alliance I have with the world around me flickers on and off with each pulse of my heart. It’s sluggish thumps come in pairs, but one day will not. Like you, the attitude I’m stamped with decorates the world in one of two ways; either beautifully or terribly. I might notice a cloudless sky's hint that all of us are free or be sickened by the pervert eyes of lonely men I caught staring at a clueless woman. Like you, I am stuck in my head. An echoed voice constantly fading inside a skull that is constantly aging. I seem to be between my ears and behind my eyes watching a play that’s never been rehearsed before. A play starring many that still need some lessons on how to act.

Like you, I’ve been guilty of self-centeredness before and will be guilty of it again. I’ve also looked at old pictures and tried to remember how things felt right then. Like you, my daydreams ironically keep me up at night. A fair trade that always leaves me smiling. Like you, I am. We are both the mindless and the mindful.