CatSnitch

These are random thoughts from past creations, current and future ones. I don't have much rhyming poems, that's why these are proses. Like an open diary for someone, or thoughts shared to a friend or a mere stranger I pass by.

Note: Some of the pieces here are published in other platforms.

Bin of Proses, Thoughts and Short Stories

Keeping it in 'till the squeezing pain stops


Acting okay and fine just to ignore the forming ache


If these are something wrong and say to face it head on


I say not and I say I may do so in time


She (3): Thought 0