In the last few months the strings holding her feelings got cut out by an evil, pretending to be an angel offering aparently new posibilities of lifestyle that finally drove her to the board of the road she used to follow, with no cash or hope. Later she turned and kept walking with no sure direction.
After all the pain she locked inside, Cat just snuggled between the infinite doubts of the sheets envolving her, sweating and wondering what will come for her, if ever a great soul was going to take her hand and make her smile again with no reason; wishing, melting in stucked emotions and baking them in to a cake than later they will eat.
Dogtown is a state of mind where everyone around you seems to be faking, against you, with big barks and small bites they pretend to coerce you with groundless thoughts about you and those who matter, trying to convice you that you're wrong and only if you don't wobble you will be able to get over that kind of dirty scumbag manipulations in their said words.
Then, all around this mess: Where is her going to find another cat-soul that fits? Getting lost.
If you try to search for good thing they run away from you, but if you are conscious and constant with your head moral values in and act like you really think you should, the good will come and take you between it's uncertainty arms and kiss you with faith on the front, showing you the strenght and peace you have that you never thought owned.
It's a desire I hate, desiring to feel, feeling how it's like to be truly happy and satisfied close to someone; but otherwise, if I couldn't dream, I wouldn't wish to be alive.
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| Artist: Eduardo Paolozzi |
