Exerpt from a really old diary of mine?

I wrote it on a bus so it's nearly illegible haha.
"Sometimes on buses I like to pretend that everyone with headphones is listening to the same whimsical song. The same harmony creates the same atmosphere for all of us, the same atmosphere evokes the same emotions, and while the lyrics mean different things to different people, we are all feeling the same thing. It's nice to think that everyone here is sharing something, even though we've never met under the normal circumstances. It's nice to think that we're all connected, and are all a part of this unspoken community, no matter what we do."

I don't know.