cats never die

IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

And we’ll always be friends forever, won’t we?

I hoped today would be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing.

𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜.

𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

In the end, we all have to go back to where we began. And you, when will you go back to where you began? Where did I begin? You began with two hippie parents. I’ve stopped searching for my parents. I’ve stopped searching for God. Never say that again. The truth is you’ve never searched. You’ve been hiding yourself.