i people watch.
they fascinate me. scurrying like ants about their business.
do we realise that none of this realise matters?
or maybe everything really matters.
foreheads creased in frowns and failures.
i alliterate to allocate meaning to the meaningless.
maybe everyone is a one trick p(h)ony.
it wouldn't surprise me.
plastic laughter ringing through stucco splattered sidewalks grates against my eardrums.
pewter lights shine in small doorways and spreads darkly.
but still we smile and fight and kiss and cry.
to prove that ultimately we love being alive.
loveetc.
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