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January 5th, 2026, !0:00 PM
Looking at the moon all I can think about is why I am here and who I am here with. Not in the moment, but in my life and in the world overall. All of you on this site, every one, you all are strangers. I mean, some of you are russian, some of you are american, others of you belong to lands I can't dream of, and yet, you all still live. You all are different from me. Many are autistic, some are young like I am, others are over twice my age, and yet we all are threaded together
It is so beautiful that we all live in this world together. Regardless of our differences, we are all so close, and even when we do not say anything we look at each other and wish for greatness between us. I care for all of you, and I try to read what I can, even though I have no impact on a single person here. Perhaps a handful of you live even in the same state as me, but many do not, and I find that so awing. On sites like Instagram or Discord you don't feel so connected. You don't feel like you know these people, just a persona of them. Not even a shadow but the light they cast to blind you from seeing anything of them at except for what they move in front of it. Yet here I don't see that. Nobody here chases clout, followers, or anything. You chase recognition, true sight into your being. You want understanding, not necessarily dopamine from clicks.
Because of that, you have no choice but the be open. You have no choice but to honestly tell people what is exactly on your mind in that exact moment. Who knows if someone will even read it, but even then it feels so nice to even speak your words into a void. Someone could be listening. Your voice could be heard, even if there is no response. There is a beauty to that. It is liberating. I can say what I must without fear of being ostracized or misunderstood, because anyone who responds understands, or at least seeks to understands. Those who do not are merely passersby who might have listened but did not want to pity you with an answer of naivety.
I may not be anything but a young adult; I may not be anything like many of you, but I care deeply for all of you and hope I can understand all who suffer from misunderstanding and seek for the void to speak back.
Looking at the moon all I can think about is why I am here and who I am here with. Not in the moment, but in my life and in the world overall. All of you on this site, every one, you all are strangers. I mean, some of you are russian, some of you are american, others of you belong to lands I can't dream of, and yet, you all still live. You all are different from me. Many are autistic, some are young like I am, others are over twice my age, and yet we all are threaded together
It is so beautiful that we all live in this world together. Regardless of our differences, we are all so close, and even when we do not say anything we look at each other and wish for greatness between us. I care for all of you, and I try to read what I can, even though I have no impact on a single person here. Perhaps a handful of you live even in the same state as me, but many do not, and I find that so awing. On sites like Instagram or Discord you don't feel so connected. You don't feel like you know these people, just a persona of them. Not even a shadow but the light they cast to blind you from seeing anything of them at except for what they move in front of it. Yet here I don't see that. Nobody here chases clout, followers, or anything. You chase recognition, true sight into your being. You want understanding, not necessarily dopamine from clicks.
Because of that, you have no choice but the be open. You have no choice but to honestly tell people what is exactly on your mind in that exact moment. Who knows if someone will even read it, but even then it feels so nice to even speak your words into a void. Someone could be listening. Your voice could be heard, even if there is no response. There is a beauty to that. It is liberating. I can say what I must without fear of being ostracized or misunderstood, because anyone who responds understands, or at least seeks to understands. Those who do not are merely passersby who might have listened but did not want to pity you with an answer of naivety.
I may not be anything but a young adult; I may not be anything like many of you, but I care deeply for all of you and hope I can understand all who suffer from misunderstanding and seek for the void to speak back.
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