The dead of night is arriving as I’m on my way back home from school. It all seems so surreal. The trees dead in hollow casts, the birds sad in weeping flight…what’s left of them anyway. It’s damn cold! I’m sitting at the tram-station right now, that fucking metal vehicle just won’t hurry.
This girl standing next to me, her face all prettied up, her tight leather boots, that glare in her hair. Her eyes, they lack of something though. Perhaps it’s her spirit yearning out from behind the make up, behind the layer of illusion. I wonder if she’s happy with who she is.
She turned to look at me just now. She locked her baby blues onto mine. For a split second I saw her flinch, and all her make-believe shattered in half. I saw her, I felt her…her pain, her strain…her strings. Just as quickly she looked away. I tend to have that affect on people.
The last few rays of beaming sunlight are shining through the clouds now. Though in 6-degree weather it really makes no difference. Minding my own business I shut out the world as I usually do.
The cold wind slaps my face and I’m forced to snap back to reality. The dead leaves on the ground, scattering under its might, a lonely cat, walking in the distance, a stray, poor cat. In a city like this, where the cold dominates and the ruthless prevail it’s not easy being alone… I hear her meow while she begs for food, and it breaks my heart, it breaks my heart because I know what it’s like to yearn for validation and having it land on deaf ears. I know what its like to wander aimlessly with no sense of direction. I know what it feels like, to cry a desperate song, hoping someone, anyone would take notice. It broke my heart because I know I couldn’t take the cat home even though I wanted to, and calling the animal shelter in weather like this for a cat would result in me being laughed at and hung up on. It broke my heart because the cat was alone and I was powerless to aid.
It seems silly talking about a cat. Sitting here it makes me chuckle, after all, what possible effect could a cat have on me, while I’m sitting here waiting for a metal vehicle that just won’t come.