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

Love is something I want and something I don't want.


A lover is someone I want to have and someone I don't want to have.


I read these sentences again and wondered,


"Is it something I need? Or someone I should be with?"


A fling, an infatuation, the fantasies I fear...


The other side of love is not hate, for me.


There's a hollow in my heart that I think I know how to fill but then this fear residing along inside keeps me at bay.


Have I to get hurt and feel foolish most times?


Have I to endure the pain alongside the enjoyment of feeling happiness?


The reality, the forms, the fallacies, the vast presence of love both entice me and repulse me.


Her (2)/Chest: Confused Like Love