The Adult Fear

When the cat was just a tiny furball, she thought she was a lion.
She would rise her back and stretch her claws and her whiskers, like furious antenas would vibrate with glorious rage.
She would be always ready to fight men and shadows.
But as the years went by, the cat learnt too much.
She learnt that there are men you can't overcome, no matter how loud you hiss at them.
She learnt that there are some shadows that can literally consume you.
She became so accustomed with fear, that she ventures only things that don't really matter to her.
But our child self, sometimes knows better.
Sometimes, we are not as fragile as we have learnt to believe.
Sometimes, the cat should remember to act like a lion.
Even if, inside, she feels like a scared, tiny furball.

When the cat is making plans...

...life happens.
So the cat must start dancing again, to a whole new tune.
After all, what is life if not improvisation?
The cat must remember that, or choose to be just a spectator of life.

Rain suit

A cat will never go out in the rain without matching accessories.
It's not a matter of weather, it is a matter of choice.
Style echoes best when there is noone around to notice it.
So, if she put on black skinny pants and a black beannie and a grey cardigan and grey ballerinas just to go to the DVD club...well, isn't that NOT a coincidence...
Back at home, a cheesecake is locked in the fridge.
And the rain hangs like a rope.
Im matching colours, always.

Flour for life

One is never truly at home, until one's kitchen smells of freshly baked muffins.
The cat knows that now.

Waiting (fe)line

The cat looked outside the carved glass.
A buss, is a good metaphor for life, she thought. I'm now looking back at my past, heading straight to my future. And the present sometimes is blurred and nauseating.
So many bus-stops you're not descending at.
So many traffic lights to dazzle your eyes.
So many routes you could alternative choose.
And yet, in the end, you just have to leave your seat.
And go home.