Being busy
Mother busy in a room… so is the dad. The little kid…content with more space each other but won’t go beyond the wall designing each other’s doom. They could have talked…could have on anything. In stead they are stuck in their loneliness drenching in the fad of fooling themselves with the friendly phone not knowing that it’s not their comfort zone and drifting farther away from the meaning.
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