A scream for love.
We long for days gone by,
staring from the corner
of our own existence.
Everything remains the same,
I’m not quite sane.
I love the game of fear.
The gear of time keeps moving,
would’ve been yours
so many years ago.
Abandoning all hope,
begin a journey with a smile.
Stab a heart and feel it.
Does it feel right?
Feel the fear, the shattering within.
Let’s see what’s next.
Persist, remain, don’t leave.
The sanity is near.
Though broken hearts are heard above
All the noise we make.
Tell them stories about never ending love,
Fool them as you know,
fill them with lies and nonsense.
Feed them with blind hopes.
The reason we love lies in lies.
Your lies,
my lies,
we love each others lies.



Something about cat is always welcomed


Strange happened. No, something strange. Something happened and that is strange. Yes. Nothing happen here ever. Write because happened twice, once today earlier and then once before today. Day before today. Two days it happened, had visitor. Furry and small. Cat, I think. Hard to find right name. Not thought of names in long time. Cot for sleeping, have cot for sleeping, have sink for washing, chair for sitting. Names are stupid. This is hard, so enough. Maybe come back later.


It is tomorrow. Or next day. Doesn’t matter. Cat came back three times now, and still here. It is still here. Very pretty, this one cat. Fat and has short fur, white and brown. Not stripes like zebra but splotchy. (Took a long time to remember word zebra.) Very pretty pattern on cat, but distracting. Long time since had color to look at. Everything here is gray. Can almost see…

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Uncomfortable freedom

How can you despise the view of a dream coming true. What is the purpose of the hatred you feel, a hatred so pure, so intense you are able to get angry. Resilience is not in your internal dictionary shelf. Nor is confusion thought that is what you embrace. I will never understand those who experience an emotional splurge so sick and pestilent because of somone’s mundane and true happiness. What can lead someone to point a hateful finger to a person and say “I hate him because he looks happy/inlove/enjoying the moment”?