➳ ~ o^o
Thoughts are spoken aloud mindless statements of which said carelessly. He’d hardly e’en begun to think anyone would overhear him, much less her. Of all he knew, secrets were mainly kept from her: in attempts to seem fine. As though it would all go away when she smiled, when her suspicions of his health were laid to rest. As if once her worries subsided, he’d believe the fabricated words spoken to protect her from truths. Howbeit protect may not be adequately deemed, as creating fronts would only add onto an ever-growing pain. As she’d realize his ‘everything is fine' or 'nothing’s wrong' weren’t said with utmost honesty.
For he wasn’t fine or without problems. In a world as this, who was? Neither he nor she, and certainly not those who remain survivors in contrast to the ( supposed ) forevermore despair. So thoughts slipped past lips as the maddened planet only became worse in own eyen.
❝ What’s the point of even living in a world like this? ❞
