to Love

And I released her to Love

And I got up

And fed a wild cat

Just me and the cat, outside

And I don’t really have an existential purpose anymore

And I breathed in the fresh air, as if my lungs were in an old forest, in one of those shots,

Trying to capture a wild animal

And my breath released

Back into the wilds

Of nature


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