mewing

625539's picture

like an abused cat, who won't let anything within ten feet of him.

it can tell that we are both the same, sometimes,

wary,
insecure.

both howling for love like babes far from their mother's kiss.

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Kind_Sol's picture

But what is the mew of that

But what is the mew of that lost cat compared to that of a howling hound?
The lost baying of a hunger and thirst to never be quenched.
Surely there is a place for that cat and its hound counterpart...
but where?
it is the search for their home...
the arms set open, the place of belonging that has waited since these lost crying few have come to be...
It is my prayer that luck finds you, and your cat.
Whilst me and my hound?
We will watch the sun go down on our land.
Peace for you.
Peace for us.

Adios and well Rest.
Sol
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An optimist sees the glass half full, and a pessimest sees the glass half empty. But a realist however, realises that sooner or later he's going to eventually have to clean the glass.

625539's picture

I've found my home, my past

I've found my home, my past is still there. Ghosts and smoke to scare me when I'm alone.
Thank you for your kindness.

Kind_Sol's picture

As Always

You are welcome, friend.
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An optimist sees the glass half full, and a pessimest sees the glass half empty. But a realist however, realises that sooner or later he's going to eventually have to clean the glass.