Rocking
I’m trying to glare at people who pass by.
My face isn’t actually glaring though.
My face is soft and droopy.
And sad and bleary.
I’m rocking back and forth.
I enjoy rocking and it makes me lonely.
Everyone ignores me.
When I’m rocking back and forth…
And my vision is going in and out…
I like that they ignore me.
I enjoy the quiet energy around me.
Everyone walking, and they are avoiding me.
Apathy.
We all feel apathy.
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