Air so thick with wordless questions one could cut it with a knife.
A house full of strangers thriving in silence believed to be comfortable, one that screams to be heard; tearing through ear drums only to land itself flat out in a whispering hush.
A soothing click clack of keyboard belligerent, heard in monotonous drivel, white light tearing through innumerable screens, putting faces in spotlight, in a spot.
A smile oft thrown in space, meant to ricochet from some secret place and find its mark. One wonders how though.
Leaking sighs in undulating waves of standard stress.
Unremarkable everyday happenings of most usual days.
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