oh boy, it hurts. i am married to a city. my back aches to the point of tears. my spine is all twisted into a knot and, hunched over, all i want to do is peer into the sky, surrounded completely around buildings.
in reality this pain is caused from a shitty econo-chair bought in bulk to supply a three thousand person building with somewhere to park it for eight hours. but my heart is palpitating. i'm battling someone for something i don't even care about. with every pulse of blood flowing through my body, it is so much clearer to me.
the battle seems so futile now. no, it doesn't seem like that. it IS futile. why bicker passive aggressively over bullshit? i am not right. no one is right. i have this. i want this. i will have this. and you'll have a grey cube. you won (this), asshole but i have the love of my life.
