my cat eats cheese, and i assure you it is a really smelly cheese.
he is happy.
i don't know how i am.
i must leave it at that.
it does not always appear so important.
the day had sun, a little bit of the light could find and touch me.
soon i will go to sleep, early these days.
though the leaves can sparkle with gold,
it is the beginning of the dark season of the year.
either nothing is important or everything is important.
and after all we live in a story,
maybe this is why we don't kill ourselves,
staying in suspense,
and we want to be there until the end
which may be no end at all.
i am on the way.
i feel lonely tonight.
good night.
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