Nine Lives.

Short Philosophical Story. Enjoy

I see myself as a cat.

Maybe nine of them all scattered from the beginning, 

The Right One is a Lionesss she Roars Loudly across each breath on her earth which of course stretches out for miles before her.

The one to the very left however is an alley cat, a stray and damp ghastly looking thing perhaps missing a leg or a tail? 

The Kind,

You don't Like,

To Pet. 

She hisses. 

Scaredy cat perhaps?

She looks tired of the drag....

Sore paws scarred and lined with boredness. 

An infectious disease unlike many others it teases the mind with pleasures to play within time. 

What happened to the other seven cats? 

Well they have taken their own paths across the littered terrain. 

Connected only by soul not by the magnificently wired brain which respectfully considers each individuality. 

No I see only the pulls to the dark wet alley ways of that grimy city cat

Or the cascade of the deserted lioness proud among her pride strong to stride through her life naturally undistressed in all its raw. 

Whenever did a piece of light matter over dark matter truly matter I wonder? 

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[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Feeling like we went down the rabbit hole and then some.
Which reality is real? What have we filtered out in the perception
of the one we choose? This takes a considerable amount of thought
to simply finish. Your goal has been realized.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

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