within the smoke-infested building,
i picked up some basics.
for the road to life.
it was a rather depressing class.
with over a dozen banglas and a dozen more old uncles.
the stupid stares from them like im some fresh meat from the oven.
god, i hated every moment of it.
and so i hung to the thin line to remain sane - the very nice rider.
he practically was every strength & reason i continued being confined in that semi-cold room.
2 days.
Just 2 days.
And i had memorised your smell.
thus 5 years of memories came flooding.
***
there was once a cat who lived his days with his best friend.
he was everything for her.
and then one day, he disappeared.
to rescue a kitten, he disappeared.
being everything for her, she lost everything.
everything.
and picked up pieces of life to start from scratch.
that blooooooody kitten.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world,
which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime,
and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
~Edna St Vincent Millay~
