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The unconventional cat lady
Friends still ask me why I haven’t adopted them already — if I’m that heartless that I actually “resist the temptation”. To be honest, I’m not tempted to own her. If I were, I think that’d be the moment where it could be official that my caring for her had ceased and mutated into toxicity.
Invisible leash on certitude
Deep down what really holds you back isn’t how your body will react to the coldness in the plunge. It’s the fear of shock in between state changes, right before you let go and give in.
The royal struggle
Sometimes, we get a sip of the sweetness, a sample of what conquest could be. Often, we are nearly overthrown of ourselves. Fortresses protect — they do. But they don’t save what is destined. Sudden defeat. Often, well-planned. Often, when least expected.
Taking flight
Two weeks ago, I saw a dead pigeon. It could’ve just been a dead pigeon, I mean, it was indeed a pigeon, and considering its flat appearance against the tar, it was definitely dead. Poor dead pigeon, I thought, as I carelessly galloped over it to complete my third set of the 400m run.
Cropping season
Sometimes… The rain comes a little too strong and temporarily impinges your strength by fracturing your leaves. Seasons make your petals fall and force you to be inevitably naked, unwillingly crowded by unknown species. The wildfires strike your anatomy and its heat makes you crawl back to your underground roots.