im such an angry lion. no, im just a pussy cat.

we're just some fleeting improvised men and women whose lives intersect in a moment and then part forever. nothing really matters. love or hate or success or grief. i wish i were decent. i wish to hold every word that's hurtful back. things can never be the same, threads of memories weave the texture of lives. i cd've filled our lives with love if nothing really matters, why make it a living hell if it cd've been heavenly. i'll try to remind myself before i burst next time, im a tri-color pussy cat.