what i write, is my mood.

white kitty

they say, "it takes a long time to heal." but how 'bout me who tried of healing for million times? 19 years of my existence i never felt healed, i've never been fine.

yes, you always saw me smiling, laughing, socializing and having good friends, otherwise, they never told me if i'm already healed or if i try to heal myself most of the times i'm with them.

i know it's really not my thing to ask me if i am okay, to check how am i doing, or how am i coping. i may be having a lack of being honest of how i feel, but i don't want to fight these battles alone. i don't want to be outnumbered.

today, i am sitting on a bench in a train station, waiting for the next train. suddenly, a white cat with a pair of green eyes jumps off to my thighs and started to cling itself to me, i touched it and it also started to purr. and they say that when cats started to purr when they're above you or even on your chest, they are healing you by making a purr sound because their purr sound have the same vibration for healing in manifestations.

and i smiled, looking at the white little cat whose still purring on my thighs, sleeping peacefully.