If i knew what i had the license to,

the attention seeking me

imagine when you opened a random book , it spoke of an experience you went through.

or perhaps when you see a random spar of couple, you're reminded of your own past spars 

everything and anything somehow becoming way similar in nooks and corners i never thought i would find them

and also i hear some souls finding they are too different to relate 

and i wonder how and why

what makes things different become similar?

what makes things similar become different?

is it that i seek for attention

or i just seek everything i find is for me? 

is it that i seek to relate and be in awe of similarities?

or is it me seeing the similarities through this awkward misshapen spectacles of blue pill?

or is it that i keep tumbling on similarities because I'm set on finding differences?