Sunday, 5 October 2014



XXLove letters

 

 

 

 

When my today isn’t my yesterday anymore,

 

I’m a cat that walks on its own,

I love freedom like other cats,

I don’t walk on a leash,

It might be loose,

I don’t care,

I hate collars,

I could see colors,

I used to love my hostess,

Today I am a terrible mess,

Long cold nights I lay on her lap,

I spoke to her from the depths of my heart happily purring,

She petted me singing something,

It was too human to understand,

Sometimes she knitted,

Her rocking chair rocked,

I was playing with her ball of wool,

Entangling myself in care and love,

Like in old movies and yarn commercials,

She took me when I was a homeless kitten,

She brought me up and took care of me,

Today I don’t know what’s happened,

I sit on the freezing pavement,

I look to indifferent faces,

I don’t see colors,

Today I’m a stray cat,

Being lonely is almost the same as being free,

Cobblestones are tight-lipped and unfriendly,

I wait for something in the piercing wind,

I’m so scared of these lifeless buildings,

But life goes on,

They don’t sympathize me,

Their yellow eyes are empty,

They don’t care how I suffer,

On the curb I live my stabbing dream,

Black night hovers above me,

It’s darker than I am,

I used to stare at my beloved hostess,

I chose the best corner,

For the first time I wish night was over,

She was a sight for sore eyes,

I hope the first rays of light will be helpful,

I will wake up at her feet,

Her face will be smiling,

Happiness will continue,

The bad dream will stay in bed,

And in the evening I’ll jump on her lap,

Everything will be as usual,

She dumped me off at the empire of odors,

At the bistro,

Now it’s my dreamy land,

No one cares how unhappy one stray black cat feels,

It is a small digression,

I travel back looking forward.

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