Intimate conversations

Ιntimate conversations among new friends. Contagious laughter and joy, scaring the shadows away, covering the sadness. Grateful of seeing each other and realising that we’re just facing the mirror. I was born before this; you were born into this.

“We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”

― Charles Bukowski

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