People are shuffling by in long coats, with shopping bags and takeout, smoking cigarettes and feigning laughter - filling up their lives with distractions to shut out the chaos.
It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.
I pitied myself for having no door until I met a man with no dividers.
I wonder what the difference is between love and lust.
False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.
Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?