Days i walk at lunch, i can gather a few thousand refreshing steps. And only when a besty melts me into companion medicated sedation, might i crush 10,000 steps with one glorious recreational hour. As if it were a privilege. I have read that the brain benefits from the chance to wander. when i get lost now, meandering along a better path.

Never too late to dream. always too early to waken defeat. Cover me in a cat dream. Tonight, a sweet kitten reminded me that. Life unravels just as it should. Cats find a way to their true home. The ones I hold for her, tucked neatly away for fate. The ones I try not to remember, their characters deserve to be erased. Like tender thoughts and grace.