City loneliness
The city you live in is like a big pet with countless small, square boxes inside.
We are no longer busy because of our livelihood, but busy because of habits. Yes, habit. The way she looks at everything is like a box that has become angular, but still orderly, for fear of accidentally opening Pandora's box and becoming a feast for her.
So, the city became lonely.
We patrolled the monotonous two points and one line, pushing and shoving on the bus. The dusty black leather shoes left behind the dust of the travels, and the arrogant eyes spoke of a numb heart.
So, we became lonely.