what are words without feeling? and i cannot feel a thing. a little itchy maybe, a little ache around the edges, that’s about it. i can’t even take fucking pictures. i look at things that once would have tickled my eyes excited and think, and this is a direct quote, “eh.”
it is a quiet life, narrated reckless jaded in a nicotine whisper.
yesterday i watched a cat die. peaceful in her owner’s arms. relieved of a burdensome existence, had nature taken its course it might have taken her a week or more to finish starving herself out of misery. still.
have you ever watched eyes die?
i almost said ‘avoid it if at all possible’ then decided against it. it’s a terrible thing, and important. it makes a difference.