Aug 30, 2021
whelve: to bury something deep; to hide
it seems to me like maybe everyone is just lonely. if not now or all the time, at least during some point and for many reasons, and it boggles me how we blindly walk past all of these people at the store or sit amongst them at a restaurant or something like that, all completely oblivious to each other and our loneliness, our histories, our individualism... like everyone is secretly so tragic and unique but we are all just strangers and we robotically accept that collectively without having to acknowledge it while each of us has internal, hidden desires and questions and only they will ever know because we hide ourselves so well and simply go with the flow
