Surface of the Moon
The cats are hovering. Concerned by your presence, zipping, strapping, locking, and popping at all hours of the night. I can feel the existential loneliness again. Creeping back in. Muddying…
The cats are hovering. Concerned by your presence, zipping, strapping, locking, and popping at all hours of the night. I can feel the existential loneliness again. Creeping back in. Muddying…