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.
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