As the day began, we sought each other out to wish away the strangeness. The world is too cruel, and heartless. Let us not wage war against the vagaries of life alone. Loneliness in itself is a battle. As the day progressed we decided to go it together. Afterall, they say unity is strength. We have fought individually for too long to sustain ourselves any longer. What they did not tell us was that the battles seem different after we put up a unified front. The two pairs of eyes perceived the world differently. Suddenly, all the vices of the world seemed irrelevant. In the company of one another, the harsh words and the loud hatred seeped into the ground silently. The silence was bliss. For a while. We were children of chaos. We needed the noises to keep us alive just as the sound of the ceiling fan has to lull us to sleep even in the coldest winters. As evening came, the sunset just brought darkness with it - one of damaged consciousness. We became louder and louder, trying to recreate what it was before we became. Suddenly, as though a portal to the other world had opened, the noises came gushing back. When the twilight gave way to the night, we were separated by that strangeness again. In our overlapping yet disparate world, I suppose we are still friends - in a parallel universe. But this one shall clamour each time to drown out all fragments of human foolishness.
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