Leonids

I just saw a shooting star
about ten of them in fact
ten wishes
like a birthday cake when I was ten
When I was ten
When I thought all my futures were golden
When I dreamed of you
To talk to someone like you
I blew and made a wish on my tenth birthday
A kindred spirit arrives by shooting star
Hopes of dreams that never end
Dreams of stars
Eyes of blue
Me and you
Doubts were inconceivable
Impossible because of magic
Life would never let me down
Not with all this magic
Mom knows everything
And I'm gonna live forever
I can't imagine when I'm as old as I'm going to get
I can't imagine that I won't remember this
though now I can't remember anything
except pictures of places, scattered
my mind's eye as complacent as
the other two
dark, gray, cold, alone
different
unsure
afraid
weak
me
you
Now
Alive
endless possibilities
Dreams exploding, happening
There for the taking
Confidence comes from somewhere dark and unfamiliar
Out of nowhere it comes
The cavalry rides in and saves the day
the bugles stop blowing
and the horses stop for a second
No more noise
In the sky, or in my head either
I look up
see the shooting stars
and make a wish that only comes true
in a dream
of you
these dreams i have of you
I so desperately wanted you to have of me

The Obligatory Cat Post

My life has become quite consistent with a cat's life.
Maybe it's my cat's influence on me
my full-time sleeping job is peppered with occasional waking functionality, food-gathering, and self-grooming.
Scattered throughout these periods of consciousness are the all important and frequent naps taken to restore my acute senses and provide me with some fresh, albeit temporary, bursts of clarity and energy.
I'm indifferent to the world around me unless I'm performing some function that directly increases my own comfort.
I lash out at things I don't understand and scratch them violently with my nails and yet, I am completely sensitive and loving when I want to be.
This sensitivity is only aroused, though, when it benefits me in some way.
I shit neatly and cover it up, eat informally whenever I'm hungry, and keep myself pretty much clean. My intense curiosity keeps me going through periods of listlessness and negative productivity.

I don't often learn from my mistakes but beg your forgiveness anyway.
I'm not a bad cat but I really couldn't give a shit about you, usually.
Unless of course you want to rub me in my ticklish spots, then I am most appreciative. Your gentle caress warms me, makes me feel safe and alive, and lets me know you still care.

I'm very alert and fearful, so tread lightly near me. You can only earn my trust after a long period of consistent dependability.

I am selfish, but that's only my survival instinct which dominates my existence. Eventually I will become comfortable with you, have patience. I am born with overpowering fight or flight options. I have no other choices, so understand that.

I think I need a nap now, and then we can play later. Ok?


From Otis the Cat