how simple it must be to be a cat. as i clean my room i find too many things that remind me of you. i keep your photos on my wall, i can't bring myself to take them down. i guess that would make it real or something. how easy it would be to be a cat, to sit in the window and never have to feel the nausea of dusting off memorabilia. maybe in my next life i will be a cat, or perhaps i will just never love. never get close to anyone, so that i'll never have to feel the wretchedness of letting them go.