People in the city always seem so sad. Everything is a wash of muddy grays and browns, and their fake smiles can't hide their true feelings. It is suffocating. I can read it in their faces, I can see it in their colour. Some days I wish I could go through life as blind as everyone else. Maybe they are happier like that, in their own strange ways.
I could make it go away. But somehow that seems almost sadder.
I could make it go away. But somehow that seems almost sadder.