A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.

These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.

(^._.^)

Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.

 

  P.S.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13

P.S. II

I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.

P.S. III

See?

P.S. IV

And um, meow?
  • Whiskers

Switch on the light.

I let my shadows speak for myself

And then you turned the lights off

Now my shadows are gone with itself

Now, silence is all I could cough.


And I let my silence explain it all

But then you said no word as well

Now our silence becomes our wall

Tell me what can go worse than hell.

22 February 2012
8:48 PM
#personal
#poem
#written
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