Groceries And Neurosis

And so we sit, unsure whether it's more concerning that we will take our neurosis with us, or that we do not have anywhere to take them. It's you and me, in some makeshift-friendship way, only because it always has been that. From heart-pounding moments of you holding my hand walking together in safeway, to the now, cursing at you to go to safeway and buy your own groceries, stop eating my shit.
If we deserve one thing, it's change.