August 28, 2025

I used to tell myself that when I grew up, I would have a small place to myself, surrounded by books with a cat crawled up in my lap. I would sit in the darkness and rejoice in the silence I rarely had. Now I am in just a tad bit bigger room with a ceiling closer than I imagined. I have two cats playing around my room and my books, sleeping in the corner. When I grew up, I would say, money would not matter and I will live for the little things. I grew up and the little things comes by with money. Only had one when I had the other. When I grow old, I would miss my cat and sit drinking the green mountains. Just napping with setting sun. Or when I grow older, I am already dead.