The cats are either making love
Or
Fighting
I don't know.
What's the difference anymore?
Moon love is on.
How many more nights like this?
How many more minutes pretending like you're alive?
Puppet strings so obvious they become comical.
The lucky ones get to ignore it all
Meanwhile, The good get to create
I am neither
And
Both
Now I know what that damn cat feels like.
Fuck schrödinger.
Fuck logic.
Fuck trying.
Fuck saving yourself.
I'll happily rot here.
"Love is the answer!" Said the song on a jeepney from days ago
Maybe it is.
Maybe it is.
I'll take a smirnoff though.
