Marleeeey, I've got something for ya Tut tut tut tut Come here boy I wish I could call for you one more time Hear your collar clinging, running to the sound of treats Clattering on the floor along with your claws I wish I could feel your breath, hold your toes Rub your chin, brush your fur one last time I miss your weight on my chest I miss feeling paralyzed by your cuteness Commanded not to move to make the most Of the priceless moments of your touch I wish life wasn't tragic But tragedy is part of life And death is a tragedy The comedian in all of us wants to rage Set fire to the absurdity of it all Why do we endure all this pain Because there's so much more than pain We also have joy and love and peace The pleasure of a back scratch is worth it all Thank you for all of your snuggles Your mischievous self interest As innocent as my children's smiles I can hear you in the rumble of the world Traffic echos, music whines, and I feel you I miss you already, my little m...
This is my diary. I'm hoping it will help me live in a liberated way where I have nothing to hide. In some entries there are a lot of thoughts without much structure and in others it strongly constrains their construction. Regardless of form, composing my thoughts allows me to discover myself. If you're reading this, you'll know much about me that I may never know how to tell you, so if any of the thoughts and feelings here awaken a discovery of your own, I hope you'll share it with me.