a brief pause

we can only keep busy. distract ourselves, get sidetracked–intentionally or not. laughter is a way of extending the illusion, but it doesn't work on sundays or at night.

imagine on sunday nights.

and maybe it's the secret of society living, a subconscious feeling to belong, to be validated by foreign eyes. but we can only keep busy; and forget that

yeah

you die, but you also live alone.