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Old people with the wrinkles of the tension of their frustration permanently on their face talking about comfortable chairs and other stuff that everyone notices, but they find themselves peticularly aware of.
Living their satisfaction out old style. The young people are embarrassed and shy. The old people have learned over the days to just let it slide. Let it out, talk about dumb shit, don't try to be cool, just speak at ease with echoes of past tensions present in every mention.
I'm sure you promise yourself that when you're old you won't bore people by talking about your deteriorating health, but you will. Cause it's the only thing left that's novel as you sit there day in and day out looking past your window sill.
They offer a glimse into a world of past which only exists in their minds. Through the future will be constructed by ours.
I love it.
Living their satisfaction out old style. The young people are embarrassed and shy. The old people have learned over the days to just let it slide. Let it out, talk about dumb shit, don't try to be cool, just speak at ease with echoes of past tensions present in every mention.
I'm sure you promise yourself that when you're old you won't bore people by talking about your deteriorating health, but you will. Cause it's the only thing left that's novel as you sit there day in and day out looking past your window sill.
They offer a glimse into a world of past which only exists in their minds. Through the future will be constructed by ours.
I love it.