When we will be good enough to shine

My mon told me about that summer I was born, I can still smell the freshly coated vintage wallpaper with a red hat lady in the living room. 

My first favorite memories were made in a small 500 sqft communist apartment in a gray neighborhood that my utterly young parents used to rent.

I was growing old dreaming about the life beyond bricks and noise. It was surely a fantastic world worth keeping in the craving mind of a lion.  

My times alone have made me understand introspection. A lost friend, possibly imagined 

in a sequence of words flourish between hardcovers. 

My hands are simple, the only elegance I can endure these raining days is a juvenile clumsy heart.

I’ve always loved to pass by unnoticed, such a sweet relief when you get to see others while you’re kept a secret. 

I’m so glad God did not make me beautiful in an aesthetic sense, yet perfectly common. Nothing to distract the eyesight around me. 

The best part is to see the beauty that resists to shine through the lens. Only sparkles when time comes for those who desire to seek it.

Photo credits: Pinterest. 

My stray cat has an invisible friend

tamed and lovable 
such idea of a cute soulful little human 

that usually comes once in a lifetime

my dear whitewashed furry friend is old and blind 

maybe more than 90 years in human years 

instead his missing eyeballs I’m seeing a road of blueberry bushes and a small everlasting tree in an everlasting home

if people would age like cats do

I’d love to be such an invisible friend

cuddling a silent cry every night before bedtime.

Photo credits: Pinterest.