overcast skies, a bit chilly, but nice
the lonely days and nights come and go
the end of the year draws near
but first.....Christmas
i feel ok, still with the same tiredness(mentally), loneliness,
and the malaise of the adult realities.
writers block has seemed to come again
not much to say, only things to feel
silence has my voice lately
the cats are up to their usual cattery as i call it
eating, sleeping and watching....
the girl cat sits on the end table
and the boy cat plays with a cat toy with
excitement and focus
with not much to say, i hold my silence this day
waiting for the faucet of thoughts to once again open and pour out
the emptiness of thoughts echoing through my mind
like the sound of a soft voice in a deep cave
i hold on, i dream on, and well, actually
i just wait for better days.
the boy cat Sam on the left, the girl cat Chrissy on the right
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