noodlesis

You think I don't know anything about you. Maybe I'm too focused on remembering that you don't like fizzy drinks, smoking joints, or even pumpkin pie, anymore. Maybe, my constant indexing of your distaste for weak coffee, eating after work/travel, eating on your own, eating, or sex first thing in the morning, that has left my mind such a blank. You think I don't see your smile when you wake up beside me, your shoulders raise when you wear a dress, or a shirt that you love. You seem to feel like I don't notice how you bite your fingers when something relevant comes up on your favourite show, how your face changes when we get ten

"..you wish you were more like me? Kid, you don't want to end up like me. You don't want to end up like any of us. We're the scum of society, the scourge of the city. We're skids, nobody wants us. The city gave up on us, long after everybody else had. Now? Now we have to learn to live our lives in the city, without actually being 'in' the city. And you say you want this? I say you should walk, Kid. Just walk. Walk home, tell your Mom you love her. Just walk. Don't stay here, anywhere but here." "..what? Well... Yeah, I guess the city made me who I am. But even I don't like who I am. Hell, I don't even KNOW who I am."