there's something disgusting about young love because we're conditioned to desire it "your time will be up soon" "you don't want to die alone" "find someone early and work on them"
"WORK on them"
that's for the birds i am a puma
a puma doesn't waste time worrying about who will sprint with her or love her in winter a puma will have her fill until her hunger is sated two rabbits for lunch and a buck for dinner "aren't you lonely?" no, because a good hunt requires solitude
why is it we are so keen to find love early and rush the hunt rather than wait until we've become seasoned to the task?
i sink my claws into my prey and rejoice in the warmth of my victory as i whisper, "think of all the time you spent choosing when you should have been hunting"