I have always believed that noisy and bustling streets are the most desolate and lonely places. The glitz is like flowing clouds, covering up all the sadness. Behind the bright smile and gorgeous face is a heart full of despair and sadness.
However, I would rather sit on the stone steps on the street, look at this brilliant hypocrisy, and listen to the sharp laughter. Because there is no such cover for my paleness. Because I like the pain that feels like my body is being torn apart when my blank emotions are exposed to the sun.