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

I was walking the path to which uncertainty is sure, not me. There were a lot of obstacles and a lot of challenges faced and survived. I don't really remember those in detail. My memory of these are quiet hazy. So do I have some kind of amnesia or am I just role-playing the forgetful character? I'm not really sure.


I keep thinking how I got here, how I don't remember what happened before I'm standing here, how I remember faces and events but feel distant from everything and why I'm even telling all of these.


Does it make sense to tell something that doesn't even make sense?


Everyone of us have thoughts of uncertainties in life, the risks of pursuing such and the fear of continuing towards that path. There are times we think some things don't make sense but others think it has sense. We get confuse about the sense and the worth of so many stories, of movies, of songs, of poems... of art.


Why am I even telling all of these? Why am I even writing all of these words that don't have a direct meaning?


Chest: Senseless