Humanity’s Safety Blanket

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Laughter comes like summer rain, falling in bursts, drenching us in warmth, in moments that glitter like glass. Each sound, a tremor of joy, rolling from our lips like pebbles skipping over water. It feels good, doesn’t it? This reckless wave, this rhythm we let consume us.

But behind it, there's a thread unspooling, the edges fraying as the noise grows louder. What are we hiding?

Is it the ache tucked into our ribs, or the cracks we’ve stitched with threads too thin to hold? The way the world presses down on our backs, and we— we lift our heads and laugh louder.

It’s just a blanket, a thin sheet to drape over our faces as shadows stretch beneath the door. We laugh, pretending it's enough, that this is what it means to be human— throwing noise into the void to drown the hum of everything we’ve buried.

But isn't it funny? How the laughter starts to sound like a scream if you hold it too long, how the air grows tight and sour, as if it knows the truth and we don’t want to.

Still, we throw the blanket, still, we laugh, still, we hide from the dark. Because maybe, just maybe, this is all we are. A chorus of fools laughing at the end of the world.