Group Think

It sticks to grey matter where a porous unmindfulness sponges whatever absorbs. It fills city bars, taxies, and continents infecting all with an unquestioning acceptance, settled opinions’ one collective belief. Restroom walls reveal common urges. Once while snorkeling in the Mediterranean, I surfaced only to find the waves full of jellyfish. They did not sting but I felt translucent tentacles downloading their wet thoughts into my persona. After their probing’s, I heard the sunlight talking directly to my skin, It said: don't trust the minds of jellyfish.