I ate cake today. I tell my friend that.
His face lightens up and lips part, revealing incisors. He’s happy or at least he pretends to be. He thinks I’m happy. I see no point.
Someone I know had died. I was quiet just like I was when I ate the cake.
I see frown on their faces. The calm demeanour pushes me into a state of disquiet. No, I don’t know expect them to dance; why don’t they just acknowledge the fact and be done with drama?? Nobody cares. People die.
It’s just a state of mind.