Care to draw

You only feel like drawing again when you’re feeling somewhat ok inside

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Needy soul

Missing people when they’re right here
Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone
Memories of people and missing them
Missing people when they’re right here
Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone
Missing what could have been
Missing when there’s nothing really missing
Missing people when they’re right here

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Stepping into the rain drops with my cat

You wouldn’t expect a rainy, cold, dark day around summer time. Everything’s back to freezing, and I hate having to wear winter clothes that I’ve put aside once more. The cat himself is a bit confused and is circling around not knowing what to do. I pick him up and smother him with love, and I know he hates it, but he’s so cute and fuzzy. We have a battle where I brush him up and he gives me an attitude with a couple of scratches and a play bite. To be honest, I’m more of a dog person anyway and he’s not really my cat anymore, but he was beamed in from a spaceship into this household long ago and now he claims it. Now and then I imagine him in zero gravity, and that’s enough said.

As I step into the yard to throw away his ball of fur, he follows right behind and sneaks out. It’s a drizzly cold day, but the trees and the plants are so green and my orange boy looks so vibrant. He sniffs a couple of plants and tip toes with the subtle rain drops. We walk amid the green lush, and he searches with his alert whiskers while I breathe in fresh air. We roam and explore a new world outside, and we don’t want to go back in.

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Laugh ’till you’re dead

What a shitty century I’m living in. Clasped under pillars and pillars of concrete or suffocating over acres and acres of pesticide plagued green lawns. Boys in fast cars make their engines very loud, and when they push that pedal down, they rattle everything in town.

I walk down the “preserved marshland” that solely exists to drain neighborhood storm water. I spot a few deer and birds along the way, but they always run or fly away, and it saddens me. They don’t trust me ’cause I’m human, and I don’t blame them because my kind has turned ever more ruthless… as they bulldoze everything their way. I wonder what it’d be like to live like Mogli or Tarzan and gain the trust of animals. I’d learn their language. Learn to jump around from tree branch to tree branch like an orangutan. Drink from the waterhole during animal truce time. Forage for fruits and share it with my fellow animal homies. Fuck for the rest of the day… that is if there was a chick who happened to come by the jungle, befriended me, and if I was a dude. Or why not the hell I just stay a chick and hope some dude walks by and befriends me. I’d be fit and healthy. I’d have a tribe of animals by my side.

The purpose would be jungle. Gather to live and live to love. Appreciate nature that sprouted me here to belong in this world. There’s no fee to get shade from a tree. There’s no need to consume over a thousand extra calories than what my body is naturally meant to sustain. There’s no need for gimmicks and makeup. There’s no pressure to look white. Scream in your tan skin, bare your yellow teeth, stick your tongue out and do scary savage shit. Uncomb your tangled hair, flare your nostrils and squint your eyes. Growl like the animals. Scare the humans away.
Laugh ’till you’re dead.

 

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