its like i had all my days carefully arranged in a jar, and then i dropped it into a gross puddle...
or the toilet, or something.
so now i dont want to reach in to retrieve them, but when i do, when i pull the days out... theyre muddy and confused, dripping and wrinkled and disgusting and out of order...
like my life has no order.
and my cats are trying to tell me something, but i just dont speak cat, no matter how hard i try... so all i can do for them is pet them and tell them i love them, and hope that they speak benni.
i hope someone speaks benni.
or the toilet, or something.
so now i dont want to reach in to retrieve them, but when i do, when i pull the days out... theyre muddy and confused, dripping and wrinkled and disgusting and out of order...
like my life has no order.
and my cats are trying to tell me something, but i just dont speak cat, no matter how hard i try... so all i can do for them is pet them and tell them i love them, and hope that they speak benni.
i hope someone speaks benni.
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spacetracer:
nice artistry in your poetry i reall enjoyed it very iformative to my sub-consious mind hit me where it hurts! give us more its really eye-opening i enjoyed it immensely
badphinger:
you're way with words is beautiful!!! matched only by the beauty you bring to your photos!!! thank you for letting me into your mind!!!