Surrounding(s)

There are times I’m not sure who the hell I am.

Yet, as I sit here sipping on a Colombian roast, listening to Soulful Hip-Hop, there is no need to search.

There is no confirmation needed.

Nag Champa burns slowly and I inhale its essence connecting to my crown chakra.

In a state of no thought, here I am.

My surroundings are me.

 

 

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