no clue

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I often wonder… Was he always this filthy or did I make him so? Is he still warm and breathtaking under the dark smog and dirt? Is he still a child? Asking me:


“Moon, why are you so sad?”
“Why do you laugh like a sea-gull?”
“Why are your hands like pigeons?”
“Why do you smell like cake?”
“Why can’t I eat you?”
“Why can’t I breathe you in?”
“Why can’t I make you small and carry you in my pocket?”


What can I do? What can I do to clean him? What can I do to make this pollution go away? I have no clue. No damn clue. Never had, never will. An obscure soul I will never understand.

Ah...yeah...two cats. In another life.