how come when someone decides to eat only fruits and vegetables people commend them for their “willpower” and “diligence” but when i decide to eat a diet composed entirely of mozzarella sticks and vodka suddenly i’m “out of control” and “putting myself in danger”
They sat there in silence. On the cold concrete step, staring out past the cars racing by, further than the wave of suits rushing for the morning train coffee in hand, past the cigarette smoke, and last nights lovers. They stared mindlessly through it all, into the accumulated mess of emotions and memories that made up their lives. They sat there in silence, and yet somehow were in complete agreement upon the sadness that consumed them. Each felt it tightening in their chests, weighing down upon their shoulders. It filled their eyes with warm droplets of fear, fear of life, of death and themselves. Silence fell around them, and neither dared to break it. They found solace in it. In the stability it offered. Unwavering, unchanging. It was there, always around them, for as long as they chose to share it, and I believe if it was up to them, they would’ve chosen to sit there always, if it ever were possible. For the moment though, they had the silence, and they had each other, and the shared sadness that they could not shake. If only for that short time, they were kindred spirits, bound by the same darkness.