EYES IN THE DARK

“I am not meant for people. Other people are meant for people. Some, more than others. But it seems like all people find their people eventually. I must be different. I should know better by now. I must have been born different. We look the same, you and me, but there must be something wrong with me. I do not talk the right way. I do not feel the right way. I do not want the right way. I do not love the right way. I do not know the right way. Always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, it feels like I am too little of the right thing and too much of the wrong thing. I feel that I could change but it would mean lying to myself. Lying that I like people, want people, understand people, deserve people. It’s fine, though, I’m fine I’m fine. Feral cats have a way of dealing with people. And, people have a way of dealing with feral cats. End.”