The dreams of self loathing bubble too close to the ebb & flo of reality.
If not for these cats...where would this body be?
The strange battle of logic & reasoning vs fantasy & emotion.
If not for these tethers that fetter...would my mind still be here?

Kernal Tibbs for the reach.

Post catspa!

I often wanna give up. But what i would be giving up is too precious. What is this that i have done? Create some wall of hope; a labyrinth of people to give me some kind of reason, when they're just existing. It doesnt matter how much i care for them, as long as im around they tend to seem content.

Basic Haiku:
Cats. They keep me here:
Alive & miss counting times
Humans let me down.

A lazy day of
dreamin big cat dreams, while on
Printed laps. Spring! YAAAWN.

R.B. Haiku #25.02.18.01
Orville by 1st name~
More sobriquets than seasons.
More import, than me.