creation builds houses... brick after brick, and she works hard in the face of adversity.
creation builds a house, and i build a home, for tiny children... but i cannot keep them warm.
you donβt believe me, when i say that things are not well... but when have you ever had an answer, anyway?
all blank-faced, and angry...
i guess... i was meant to be alone, because creation means building a house. and being someone means keeping it warm.
Iβm fostering a set of three kittens with no mommy, and one of them died. She was sick so it wasnβt a surprise but it made me feel awful. Rest In Peace.