Like a Knife...

The day felt like a rusty razorblade. Fimilar but dull... Running a marathon around the hallways, caffeine echoed through my veins... It wasn't until cell at Joe's Coffe bar that I really started to breathe the day in with some youthful vigor. The couple across from me were awkward to say the least. The women age 27- 32 looked hardened but fresh in some strange way. Her jittery movements made her seem uneasy as if she was being watched from a distance. The man was 30- 35.. He was very gangly as his body looked mangled in a delicate sort of way as if his mother had babied him through his entire childhood. Friendless and addicted to atari he never played football with his friends, for it was as if he had not one awkward growth spurt but two. I would have never guessed that these to souls were married, if it hadn't been for the rock that held her left hand in submission... And the band that lay limp on fourth finger of his less dominant hand....My eyes couldn't help but be fixated on them. They sat together as if they had no memory of why they even loved each other at all. Their lips seemed to move but thier bodies despised the sounds that crashed from their tongues. They talked about Christmas plans as if they were retelling the Holocaust. They looked extremely miserable but they were together in that undeniable emotion......Snaped out of my secret staring contest with them my mind stumbled upon Enoch and Quincy Miller... The inquirer said that the altercation was over some clothes, in the end 18 year old Qunicy stabbed his 23 year old brother Enoch in the head and neck.... Enoch is in a much better place, as Quincy hides out from the men in blue.....Thinking about the brothers makes me feel like an invalid....