Strange beings. We happily watch each other fall apart. As we ourselves die inside. We don’t care. We are all we see. To look past ourselves would be effort. And we don’t do effort. We are dying of loneliness. We cry out. Nobody comes. Nobody comes even though they are dying of the same. We don’t know how to interact. We don’t know how to not wear our masks. Fear judgment. Fear pain. Fear vulnerability. We are strong. We are liars. Oddly enough. We know this. We say we are fine. FINE. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
