beeps

Beeps and blobs. The ceiling fans spin and all rests upon the coveted social protocol of silence. Minds screaming here though I can tell. Still, yet motioning in our thoughts. What, where, when, who. Thinking, creating our reality. The sadness, the emotion not unlike the first snowflake falling outside. And always there is joy, however suppressed, however ignored, however stifled. Smiles concealed under evenness, the gold star of behaviors. It will break through though, it has to, it is the evolutionary response to destruction. Love is the steadfast warrior, unbeatable, invincible. The only thing to deliver us on.