“Talking to themselves”

“Are you there again” she asked lovingly

I couldn’t say for sure it was all rather confusing I thought to myself.

“I guess, I am” I replied.

“Oh, that’s too bad, if you were hear there would be a million fun things we could do” she retorted.

I was beginning to think this was hopeless, I wasn’t about to just give in to her games. It’s not right in the head to the outside observer and I’m not sure it’s right in my head any more either. Who the hell have I let myself become? There was nothing more to discuss! I just can’t stop thinking about her and damn I do love the crazy bitch.

“It is completely crazy to even myself that I love you so much, but what has this become? You’re my existential crisis I have been searching for my whole life” I asked as if hoping some kind of consent for the weird shit we do to each other was at least ok with us.

“Yes it is at least to us, if I had to be honest with myself for once” she replied before she began crying!

I just sat there with her for the rest of the night. Not quite sure what to say but at least. We tried to be like this for each other, civil and all I really do wonder if either of us where ever really into romance or both just so tired, worn out and broken and it work for two lazy people with too much ambition to not succeed on our own.

I just grabbed her and kissed her good night as I fell asleep too tired to play that game anymore with her. Too happy to go find someone normal, we both woke up still on the couch the next morning. “It was the single greatest night of our lives so far” she told me over breakfast.

Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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