we sit behind a pane of glass that is far from bulletproof, as we observe social expectations go from a steady drip to a torrential downpour through the cracks of the only foundation we have left, and we laugh.
the water level rises against the glass, as we finish the empty calories in our own. high society has trained us to suck it in when he walks through the door, smoke a cigarette to curb hunger, and care about the preservation of the environment despite the fact that our own is contained in a glass box that slowly but surely drowning.
nothing fails in the world of individualism. keep no ties, for they will soon be washed away. it's a beautiful life, really. boundaries are endless until you are pressed up against that damned pane of glass in your cocktail dress, holding your empty drink and smoldering cigarette filter. the music plays in the background as you regain your balance, smiling as you smooth out your dress and suck it in yet again, hoping he didn't see.
only a few more inches now. we glance briefly and then catch ourselves. we laugh.
i'll have one more drink, please.
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