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concealing death with a laught


the man with the collapsing intestine
makes fun of everyone around him
does he know his demise is coming
while he jokes about other people?
the woman with crohn's disease
has a joyful name while she grouches at people around and tries to smile through her eyes. The boy who flew through the sky for giving his seat to a beautiful girl. They all laugh, they all laugh, stop just stop. I think they're being controlled, when I am doing it too.

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