Saturday, August 3, 2013

House cat.

Trapped in a box of see through glass that holds me inside
Keeping me in a consistent longing for the outside world.

My thoughts are curious whispers standing still
And quivering at the thought of escaping this reality.

"Darling... What are you thinking about?" He slurs...
"Not a single thing my dear..." I purr from under my pursed lips.

No matter telling anyone what I think... What I dare to create
In this psycho feline brain. I think I'll just take a nap.

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