Catch 22.

I just saw that face, remember?

When you were someone else just to make me feel like I was also...someone else.

Do you remember that?

It's a force. A force to make your self...UNcare.

And I truly believe that that is what happened.

There was a cause to that force. A light to the match. A rip in the seem.

But you did nothing to stop it.

Nothing.

Thank you, I know what it's like to miss something...I guess that's the good part.

STOP LOOKING AT ME.

STOP STARING AT ME.

STOP WATCHING ME.

I let you see my legs. I let you see my hands. I let you see my naked wrists. I let you see my eyes. I let you see my hips. I let you see my lips. I let you see my neck. I let you see my face. I let you see me.

But please, I hate it when you stare.

I won one!

Disgusting.

I find disgust.

The way you chew and your gobbled double chin STILL thinks it has some sex appeal

while you throw yourself so discretely into their arms just to feel...wanted.

If you say the apathy takes over your life. Then quiet down.

Everybody knows.

Quiet the FUCK down.

I guess my problem now, is that I do care.

I really do.

(It's just getting a little difficult to disregard the multiple faces.)

Raw.

I walk in and I smell the organic air rush through my nostrils but I don't exactly realize that the smell exists. It's too familiar to notice.

I walk in and my eyes take me to what I desire. I pay, I walk, and I sit.

As I walk. I get stares.

Those stares that I used to give those who sat alone with their meals in front of them.

But, I find it to be the most calming alone moments I have amongst my hectic days.

I don't care if it seems that I don't care about anything. I do. About a lot. It's just that I keep it all within my mind, which makes it seem to the outer eyes that I haven't a care.

Oh, but I do.

So, I sit there and I think of nothing except the GRUB I am chewing with my teeth.

I see families look at me as if I'm some sad infected teenager that wants to be noticed.

I love watching all these people walk past me.

Bro's eyeing me in confusion as to why I'm 'ALONE.'

But, that's just it.

that word...ALONE: I crave it.

it used to be my biggest fear. but now? I crave it.

WHOLE FOODS.