My cat aims to destroy all of my belongings, just for a trip outside.
And I’m distracted in you, as zou bisou jolts this empathetic aura of this liking I have taken to you?
Not even the concept of you, I’ve allowed myself more gravity than that. How many times I’ve found this endeavour lost in my mind. Who is “You?” I’ve lost count too.
Utter distractions of commonplace greed, just because I didn’t want to see you leave.
I didn’t mention it, I didn’t bring it up. I loved talking with you. I loved learning you and I still am.
Even the cat met you! And you passed the test. Egregious results that gets my mind reeling.
He’s staring at me and tunes of old slouch hats reckon my entire existence because I’m akin to whatever feeling was dismayed upon my shy expectant taste. And I can’t find a problem.
Used to not allow that to myself.
I hope things are different now.
I hope you don’t mind my cat destroying the world while we’re together bc he only wants a glimpse into his homes between the interior and outside world.
I’m trying to blend the same concept.
petrichor - archive 