You think you had enough solitude. But don't like it still when embraced by the crowd. You hate small talk. But find yourself listening to stories of the mundane. You regret wanting company every time. So you bargain with yourself to stay alone. And you feel okay. You sleep okay. You wake up tired. If only you could get away.
"There is no away. There's only here," it said.
"There's no away. There's only new places with new faces."
(art by jamesjean)
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