Streetcat

I feel as if I am a streetcat. I wish to run away, to feel the freedom of letting go of what I am, of normality, to be nothing but the rush of air, an impact of a helping hand that runs away with no identity, I wish to be beyond what I am as a human with a life, to be beyond the individual, but to be a hidden glimpse that all ignore. I feel this is what everyone else here must feel. The feeling of being most alive when you look at yourself and see scrapes and cuts that you earned yourself, the feeling of sitting on a bridge or by a creek alone, mending your clothes. The feeling of knowing that to these people around you, you shall not last as a part of their life, but are just an aching glimpse, a twinge of what isn't there that truly could be. To be another letter in the mail, but without a name or zip code, to be one with the nothing and the droplet in the all. To be beyond the binary and charted. That seems to be what you all feel too. The sitting on an overlook, whether it be a tree branch, a cliff, a fence, a wharf, a dock, a bridge, a mountain, a rock, a freeway, a bypass, to watch it go by as the golden pearl inferno sets its body under the ripe mango ocean ahead, to dip under all that we seem to know in our day to day, and we may leave, we may have the pulling urge to run, do we not always have the urge to run? To flee? Like deer hearing a twig snap in the back of our hearts? Though, to those who stay to observe as the snowflakes fall onto the endless (the stars appear in the sky), who watch with awe as the mystical overtake of night envelopes the blaze of normality, who wish to be among them, not in the physical, but in the mere nothingness of existence, do you see why we still flee? Is there not a home in finding a respite in isolation while on the run? ...A part of me wishes to be both the respite and the run? Does anyone hear my lonely call? Or do you too feel like you are one with only all that changes, the never stagnant?

Have a good day, or night, or whatever. I hope if you can, drink, eat, perhaps go get some exercise? If you are in the fortunate situation to, climb a mountain, go on a hike, take a walk. if you are not, try some hand stretches or look up some stretches online. If you cannot do any of these, please find some way to perhaps exercise your brain? Read a book? Try some Sudoku? Listen to an educational podcast? Write a poem? Listen to some music. If even so you cannot do any of these, remember that I love you. Love. What is love? If your heart seeks the desperate warmth, then I shall hopefully deliver with some of my feeble words.

Goodbye for now,
this has been just ethereal,
see you on the other side of the Loveletter,
so long for now,
I hope we cross paths again soon,
but till we cross that bridge...