There's a happy feeling in my heart, and i want to share it. but there's no one.
This loneliness i'm feeling, is what i come home to everyday.
I couldn't find the cats again tonight. I hope Tim hasn't disappeared forever like how Etre and the rest did.
With no one to talk to, i strolled past the basketball court and took a seat on the park benches. It was a cold and breezy night.
I couldn't help but to reflect about humans, their minds, their jealousy.
A lady who came by in her heels broke the silence, and i started taking the stairs up to the 12th.
- Michy Witchy
- An onion-eating pretend-cat who crosses roads dangerously. She draws, prints, sews, knits, and documents life :)
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