gone home.
on the way thinking that maybe what I am doing is worth less
lost
about my passion
sniffing as I dug into my spicy ramen noodles
as
the sound of my roommates chatting in their room
reverberates
in the air of the silent apartment
I, as if reminded of something I've long forgotten
feel very lonely.
they wouldn't have known, would they?
if only we had perfect information in the world,
of every factor and element in people's situations
we would get mad at each other no more, and
every human action would all make sense
for once
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