walking in the busy streets,
people have their own businesses in mind.
and no one cares if you didn't take a bath when you went to the store,
or even if you didn't wear a sock behind those shoes.
no one cares if you're thinking the darkest thoughts,
and even if sometimes you wish to get hit by a car while crossing the road.
no one cares about every detail about you.
and that's fine.
// perception.
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Solitude Hour
Poetryi have been locking up all of my thoughts and shutting down voices inside my head. i am terrified to see how messed up it is and to hear what a horrifying sound it would be. but sometimes, when i am alone, i let them be wild and free. and then i wil...
