you got a piece of me
I don't want to live far away from Chinatown and its food. Some days, I get a box of cart noodles and eat it straight out of the plastic bag on the street corner.
I don't want to quit smoking. Some nights, I bring a book and read under yellow streetlights (this is probably terrible for my eyes) while I take my ten minutes on the bench across the street.
There's always this nagging voice in my head that tells me to stop with the heavy carbs and cigarettes, but here's the thing. When the frustration and self-loathing get too overwhelming, I try to imagine my life without these things. Sure, I can probably quit, but when I'm walking down the street and my heart hurts and I just want to shut the world out for five minutes, could I really live without the warm and spicy love of greasy $1.50 noodles with hot sauce? When I'm standing outside at night and I hate everybody around me and the cold autumn air burns my nasal passages as I breathe, could I really live without that cigarette that complements the sound of the J train rattling across the Williamsburg Bridge so well? Can life really ever feel so good again?
I don't want to quit smoking. Some nights, I bring a book and read under yellow streetlights (this is probably terrible for my eyes) while I take my ten minutes on the bench across the street.
There's always this nagging voice in my head that tells me to stop with the heavy carbs and cigarettes, but here's the thing. When the frustration and self-loathing get too overwhelming, I try to imagine my life without these things. Sure, I can probably quit, but when I'm walking down the street and my heart hurts and I just want to shut the world out for five minutes, could I really live without the warm and spicy love of greasy $1.50 noodles with hot sauce? When I'm standing outside at night and I hate everybody around me and the cold autumn air burns my nasal passages as I breathe, could I really live without that cigarette that complements the sound of the J train rattling across the Williamsburg Bridge so well? Can life really ever feel so good again?