How to not compartmentalize.

Its a fine morning and I'm walking down the streets.
I'm wearing a red hat and I've got a couple of airs around me.
No brazen. Just lifelike.

I huddle over potholes and I say,'Hey I got this!'.
Not that I'm the recipient of tender care but I don't long for such.
At least I'd like to think so.

I was actually folding over the thoughts that keep me company.
Nothing heavenly. No bad airs either.
Just thoughts.

I was humming away to the trees and I was wondering if its okay to keep doing that.
I wasn't sure who had the answer.
So I decided to depend on the grey cells that make me who I am.
And of course I tend to grow that opinion with all possible shades of vanity you could allege someone with.

So I wake up . Look out my window. Its beautiful today, I think.
I smile.

I felt like staring out of my window all day long.
So I run out and I put a sign on my door.
It says,'Hey I got this!'.

I wanted to eat after a while of staring at the endless beauty 'God' so graciously provided the world with.
So I had a little bit of jam.
I like that colour.
I like how it feels on my tongue.
I thank my brain.
Not the jam maker companies . No.

I look around and I see a cat.
I want to play with her.
I do.

So I get her. Cause I can get her.
Cause deep down I hope she wants to play too.
Grey cells. Why thank you!

I like her so much. I don't want to not have her around.
Who do I play with if she goes away?, I think.
I like her.
I do.

But I'm bored now.
I wanna run a little.

Curiosity, you wild giver of hope.

So me and my cat go running.
Apparently she likes me too.
For some reason of her own.
Or so I hope.

She's faster and its fun.
I like her more than I like other humans.

So I come back home and I wonder if she's as hungry as I am.
Has to be.
So I share my food with her.
She looks at me and nods.
Maybe she knows I'm hungry too.

We eat together and we lie down.
Next to each other.

I look at the stars and I wonder if its going to rain soon.
She looks at the window and I wonder what she s thinking.

So I tell her my stories. The really bad ones.
The ones I cant tell humans.
She nods.
Doesn't leave my side though.

Cause she 's a cat and I know she doesn't understand my language, perhaps?
Perhaps being a hopeless addition here.
I laugh.

I don't know for sure if she likes my stories but I feel like sharing them with her.
Cause I can.
And for some reason it feels good.

I start to treat her as a part of my world.
Cause she knows more of me than most humans do.
And strangely, I feel comfortable around her.

Why should it be any other way, I think.
I like her company.
And I hope she doesn't particularly dislike mine.

So we go for walks every night.
I don't like waking up to the sun.
Not cause I don't like the sun.
Cause I don't feel like.
Don't think more reason should be assigned to such things.

She goes out to hunt for animal meat.
And when she cant I go get some for her.
Cause I have started to value her company more and more.

I want her to be comfortable at home.
Her home.

And that's all I have to say right now.

(I'm going to walk over to where she's sleeping and snuggle.)

This feels good.