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It looks so real.

Sitting like it is watching me.

I feel the eyes track me as I move.

I go about my day.

Wait, did it move?

The eyes!

The eyes just blinked!

Wait, that is the cat.

Not a statue.

I wonder if I can pet it.

Nope, not with that hissing.

Good thing I didn’t try to earlier when I still believed it was a piece of art.

My eyes still see.

I can walk normally.

Night has not yet fallen.

I can not focus.

Life is numb.

So I walk without direction

and see only a world full of darkness.

She’s old.

She is in pain.

She is stubborn.

Yet, I still love her.

Despite the pain she has caused me.

It is a joyous season.

Celebrations with family and friends.

It also creates a sense of dread and of guilt

for not having visited them more.

So breathe deeply and know you love them.

Somehow you will all survive another year.

Things change.

People move on.

Life doesn’t stop.

Sometimes you have time to say good-bye.

Other times,

you need to let your heart say it for you.

I honestly can not remember.

Did I?

Or didn’t I?

I think I forgot?

Yet, my brain is playing tricks on me.

I do not remember if I already wrote my poem for today?!

Well, I guess this one will have to suffice.

You kept pushing it.

Knocking it gently.

Until it fell off my desk.

Right in to the garbage bin.

You threw your catnip away.

Not me.

Yes, I know you expect me to get it out

because I have hands and you do not.

Just let me debate on why should I?

Who gets to mark what?

Fights happen when we can not share.

Trying to instill peace can take time.

Years sometime

because bad blood sometimes grows up

and continues the cycle again.

Why is paradise young?

I have always wanted happiness.

Can I not grow old

And still love the place I am in?

Or do you think only heaven is perfect?