Once I have written its gone beyond
into the the realm of confusion and there is no
other way to sort it out or work through a sequence of events
it's now the opportunity to sum it up and store it away
I have to write it down

I sit in solitude with Mute as he arches his back
i stroke him as he purrs and nudges my hand
But now is my chance to go back and revisit what made my experience
the opportunity to etch my thoughts in zeroes and ones
the chance to define a nickname to a person I frame as a thought-provoking hero

it seems like it should not be so final
but some have a proposal of how they imagine their life will pan out
but stories often get rewritten and sometimes incorrectly told
but in the present my mind has done the repair work and is moving beyond.

the great thing is there are no regrets when it comes to expressing oneself
I am not so good with that cat and dog chase
because messages left inside one's heart or head
is similar to a room with no access filled with your fantasies and treasures

imagine a person who has left or maybe expired
the key is lost, the secrets and messages that will never be told
the repression of anger or the expression of pleasure
which now are buried, stored away packed deep within the soil

I don't ponder on how best to express my message
Or take much consideration on how the receiver might act upon delivery
I love that my cats have a thousand places to sit
but they sit nearer,
they sit close to me
they love to be around me
After a wonderful day with a family member who is wondering what's the next test to determine their ailment
It doesn't matter if you never react to my message
because the message is in the text
I would bet you already had an answer