SILENCE

Tired of here, yes, only from the daily race in the public transportation where no one wants to look at another.Silence, not one smile, the quiet that becomes all too loud, and echoes ceaselessly into the mundane patterns of waking life in a city of strangers, all with searching hearts, but not one applicable method of deployment.

Pathetic are we to carry on, but no, we have laughter.

Laughter derived from our hopeless desire for salvation.

The imbecility of such is enough entertainment to last more than a century, for the laughter shall echo for a thousand years.

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