Homelessness

Man walks out of the house,

The streets are made of laughing people,

The sun is low and the ears of the man are full of laughter.

People laughing in joy,

People laughing with other people,

People laughing at other people.

Man walks out of the house,

And it begins to rain,

The streets are full of umbrellas and raincoats rushing by.

The rain is acid,

The rain pours through,

The rain fills him like a bucket without a base.

Man walks out of the house,

He flicks at his lighter, though he does not smoke,

The gas is low and the flame is extinguished.

Smoke fills him,

Smoke curls around him,

Smoke is his only companion.

Man walks out of the house,

He is filled by an overwhelming void,

The emptiness is oddly comforting.

Life rushes in him,

Life flickers in his eyes,

Life leaves him without saying good-bye.

~mithrandir

"He who cannot give anything away, cannot feel anything either"
~Friedrich Nietzsche

Some water and two islands

A little cat sat at the beach one night.

Drying her paws after a night soak, stretching away in the sand.

Dreaming in the silence a million things that could fill up the bright moon above.

A little cat sat at the beach one night.

Never was there such a meeting of two nearly equally matched entities, the sea and that little cat.

Kneading away at the sand with her paws, she made mountains and castles and demolished them all.

I saw a little cat at the beach one night and I smiled my years away.

~mithrandir


“What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
'Cats don't have names,' it said.
'No?' said Coraline.
'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline