those were some of the many cats I saw today,
they ran way from me,
these animals are His friends. We are also His friends. but I’m just thinking, or I had thought, what made us think we’re so “clever”? what gave us this “idea” of “progressing” into this state?
there’s an answer.
what are we?
why do we live the way we live?
and why do people remain stuck?
and why do they allow themselves to be dictated?
there’s a different air that we all can share.
there’s a different air.
sometimes I want to escape. but I can’t just yet, with all that I placed myself in.
I want to know that it’s true that there’s this place I feel of out there, somewhere, and that I’m just not there yet.
I want to know that when I am, I’ll stay. and that’s where I’ll grow my hair of treasured memories. I don’t want to have memories from this mess I’m trying hard to avoid. I want memories from there.
that’s my life, this is not my life.
closing my eyes.