Apr 3
Feelingless eyes flicker through the streets.
They see cars moving around.
Their owners blend with the vehicles
until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine.
A uniform, lonely, horrible machine.
Everything
becomes
gray.
They see cars moving around.
Their owners blend with the vehicles
until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine.
A uniform, lonely, horrible machine.
Everything
becomes
gray.
This one is based off a memory, I really like it tbh :)
(15/M/Spain)
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