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and then read for the best effect
the seasons have begun to change
leaves falling, temperatures lowering
the kitties are coming up on a year old
next month, they're good little kitties
i sit typing this in a state absent of any specific
thoughts or moods or emotions
the neighborhood is still a place that
i am ready to leave for good
with the noise and the obnoxiousness
the kitties are, at least, very content and happy
so that brings me a bit of contentment and joy
coming up on the end of the year in some months
time passes ever so quickly now
as my age racks up more mileage
as time and the world takes it's toll
although lately i haven't seen much being that
in a year and some months it will have been
10 years since i withdrew from the world
and engaged in the life of a recluse/hermit
loneliness only visits when a movies
reminds me of that which is have not
most of the time it is the same as always
neither happy nor sad, just a big nothing
just an existence of sorts, basically
i do not foresee that changing anytime soon
although i would like that to change
well, i suppose ill be getting some enjoyments
when the temperatures begin to reflect
the fall season and the cool air arrives
maybe ill start going on my walks again
took a bit of a hiatus from them for a bit
i still miss the silence of the neighborhood though
was such a comfort, now it is a cacophony
a combination of discordant sounds
a shattering of comfort and the stillness of the mind
rather it is a dog's incessant barking
someone with their stereo blasting
or the ridiculous and obnoxiously loud exhaust
on their vehicles or a combination of it all
i miss solace and the late night drives at 3am
the empty roads and stars beaming
it was like holding hands with destiny at times
i wasn't meant for extreme isolation
i feel like i was most definitely meant for companionship
for love and elation, friends and conversations
but oh how the world is and how people are
and oh how my brain is
and so i sit here in this room of 4 walls
typing these words to no one and everyone
with Pepi sleeping on the leather couch,
and Sam sleeping under the coffee table in front
of the leather couch
my hair is disheveled and my countenance is absent
as the outside noise concusses my brain
the neighbor's dog and it's ways of mental torture
one thing is certain in this reclusiveness,
ive found less creativity and inspirations
words have lessened of late as a result
i sit quiet with my thoughts
a swirl of no particular pattern
some memories intertwined within
and a cataloging of the day
such as it is with the repetition of the same thing
the same routine and habits
and as another midnight passes by
i still wonder if ill ever find that field of green grasses tall
and the wind's caressing flowing over it, through it
when beauty reveals itself to me again
the beauty of love,
the beauty of a woman,
and when time stands still again
...when time stands still again
