a style of life

The almost strangers deep in laundry room conversations balance on the verge of comedy and tragedy; the ironically lighthearted discourse of past pains told through candy coated lips.

Voices travel through the floor boards; muffled laughs that make her feel lonely as they keep her up at night. It's the conflicting thoughts: she longs to join the party while resenting the fact their voices pound the inside of her skull.

Cutting remarks and hurtful comments bring two together; the only kind words shared over raw hands, aching bodies, and climbs that can't help but form a friendship. He catches her with firm hands and gentle smiles and she knows the words aren't meant to hurt her.

None of us know each other, but we are all so lost it doesn't even matter.

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