DAD wrote:
"Feelings are fatal."
That's what they say, right? There's a sense of loneliness I feel, or is that just the temperature that Autumn brings when I wake up on such a chilly day? It's another one of those days, subzero temperatures and here I sit, staring out of my window with complex feelings. Where did this all begin, you may ask? Out of every question I have to ask myself, that's the one I can never solve. There it is again, the complexity. I have tried to put together every piece of my life's puzzle together, and yet- the closest I can get is to seeing you haunting my dreams. A black cat is the representation of your consciousness roaming around freely alongside mine. With a single drag of my now crumbling cigarette, I blow a plume of smoke towards my window, watching the orange leaves floating by with that gentle breeze. In that moment, something catches my eye. The fluffiness of a black tail flickering directly into the view of my dull perception. Could this be? It's been years since you and I have even had a moment to collaborate with our emotions. That palpation in my heart turns into a rush, the window seems like it's as far away as ever. I keep approaching and yet, it never ceases into my grasp. I pause, a burning sensation begins to rapidly form on my hand. Looking down, some ashes of my cigarette that lay upon my hand send me back into an unembellished reality; there was no black cat, I am still in my seat. That is when I remember, feelings are truly fatal.