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my cat is in my lap and I am all weary-headed and heavy on my eyes. I can sit and think about the life I want and fear it will always be better to imagine the infinite constellations of what I want rather than the slow, candle lit process of becoming. the wind finds its way through all these buildings and trees to knock you in the face. If everything fails, it all turns to ash (as it is bound to). The perceived thoughts of another are not dangerous. They are just nothing. I am going to sleep on my couch with my cat and believe.