The  Cat thing may be about killing property of the haunting romance that looks more like obsession. It may be about the tormenting haunting guest for our twin flame. It may be about the belief that says ‘the people we love are always with us’. On both sides of the very last frontier. It may be about a lot of things. However throughout the Cat thing there was a faceless somewhat evil  she presence whose existence was questionable but her role was very clear. So only ghostly torturing he can balance ghostly her because I’m justice obsessed and romance addicted.

 

 

XXLove letters

   

 

 

Date When I finally knew what to do

 

 

 

A woman,

 

In a trench coat,

 

And in a black wide brim hat,

 

 

Hiding her wells eyes,

 

Stabbing the pavement she ghostly hurries,

 

She is very quiet,

 

She has to get there,

 

Before she changes her mind,

 

Before everything starts looking bad,

 

What a beautiful city!

 

There are not many people that happily live in it,

 

The shop windows get dirtier, dimmer,

 

It’s the loneliness of tall buildings,

 

There are no souls behind sweating windows,

 

What a shame!

 

Old people are everywhere,

 

Even air does not breath,

 

Actors don’t play for free anymore,

 

They refuse to play for three people,

 

It’s an outdated Shakespeare’s belief,

 

Their hands are fragments of words,

 

They know languages of foreign lands,

 

Everyone feels a stranger,

 

Everyone feels unwanted,

 

Without leaving the beautiful city,

 

Cotton wool clouds shawled old zinc roofs,

 

Rolling down tiled tired faces,

 

Tall undressed trees are dressed in sick fog,

 

Someone who is hidden, invisible, mighty and huge,

 

Who can be seen only at a bird’s eye angle of view,

 

Sometimes he lets the sun shed little warmth on the well tailored city,

 

The sound of her steps isn’t loud,

 

It speaks to the heart of each cobblestone,

 

After all spells have been whispered,

 

The sound departs and climbs up,

 

It flies the highest,

 

The sky knows the future revealing the present,

 

It knows what will happen,

 

But it still doesn’t know why,

 

Right now it wants to flood the entire city,

 

Drowning it in the tears of wrath,

 

She might be given an eviction note,

 

She has twenty four hours to pay her rent,

 

Or she must go and find all the things,

 

She forgot in his breast pocket,

 

She lost in the past of her dreams,

 

She may hurry to the post office,

 

An envelope corner can be seen in her bag,

 

She has a rendezvous in the café,

 

In Paris,

 

 In Paris men meet women,

 

And women meet men,

 

 It’s the best place to meet someone,

 

It’s the best place to lose sight of love,

 

Staring at the sky reflected in cobblestones.