This poem speaks a deep truth, a constant inner monologue. I project my daimon onto a fat orange tabby that lives next door. He stares at me blankly when I'm in my feels, 'detached and amused'. I give him a snack and a few scritches so that we can both pretend that he needs me more than I need him.
I wonder why dancing is the main thing we should do like no one is watching? We have so many different ways of seeing ourselves now. Life and death, indeed.
Love everything about this.
And I've only had one cup of coffee today.
Thank you Deb : )
Impressive. It took me two coffees to read it again this morning...
Nice writing. Keep writing.
Thank you 🙏
Very cool piece, Carlo. I'm going in for a second read 🤓
Thank you Jill : )
Wishing you fame one day Carlo! 😀
Haha, thanks John : )
I think it might pass me by this life.
Turning self-reflection into a dialogue that feels both raw and philosophical.
I loved it, Carlo!
Thank you Anthi : )
It can be fun (and fruitful) to experiment sometimes.
This poem speaks a deep truth, a constant inner monologue. I project my daimon onto a fat orange tabby that lives next door. He stares at me blankly when I'm in my feels, 'detached and amused'. I give him a snack and a few scritches so that we can both pretend that he needs me more than I need him.
Haha, good one Apra.
The need is 50/50 at best between me and cats : )
I wonder why dancing is the main thing we should do like no one is watching? We have so many different ways of seeing ourselves now. Life and death, indeed.
Felt this one! 👏😭❤️
Very thought provoking, Carlo. I just may spend a bit of time thinking about what mine might say to me as well.
Thank you Karin 🙏
Welcome! I just put that book in my cue at my library. Can’t wait to read it! So thank you.