i was not comfortable with who i was
then came an exodus of the self
not knowing what i sought
lost
a decade
two continents
several broken love stories
and numerous cities later
not much has changed
i still am not much comfortable with
who i am
somehow
my cat disagrees with me profusely
purring up a storm
and i slip into a deep
dreamless sleep
being content with
still not knowing what i seek
not caring for being comfortable with
who i am
i suppose
one dies like this
piecemeal
one sleep at a time
2 comments:
my cat disagrees with me too, and I am not sure that if it is a good sign that I am grateful for that...
a cat's modus operandi is to contradict for his/her own benefit while a disconnectus erectus contradicts to his/her own detriment
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