I see boredom in my eyes. Weariness. Wariness. Cynicism. An unwillingness to believe that there can be more or better or nicer or greater. This is a different sort of fear.
Does a playground stop being fun
when you fall off the swing enough times
and realise
that it won’t kill you?
Still waiting.
Engrossing and compelling story, Idea Smith. It touches our emotions.