happy old friend here we meet again,
another day of joy and laughter,
mixed with exhaustion and worries.
our game to stay is here again.

dew and birds clinging to the trees.
sounds of early birds, noise of car engines.
alarm clocks ringing, doors slamming,
water running throw the tap, showers running.

the early noise of the day.

with every breaking moment of the day,
the times when im still awake.
the minutes and seconds count.
the hours jus seem to make me drown,
into this sorrowful moments,
and watching Gossip Girl doesn't make things any difference.
through the waking moments,
i am trying to stay 'awake',
to remember that i am still breathing and walking.

i get reminded from time to time,
i get flashes of him all the tyme.
and trying to not think that he is in someone else's arm is way worse.

i'm getting more and more tired.
worn out.
i try not to think at all.
but it jus comes swimming back.

'cha cha cha, que sera sera.'

snoring aside, that lil dog is aslp.
his world is within these four walls.
his freedom is jus millimetres away from the front door.

how does he sees his world?
what is his world like?
what are his thoughts like?

he awakes, he licks his fur around his.... (whats that spot call?)
ahh.. his paws..
gross.. i wonder why he does that at all..

this is just the type of life this dog lives.
monotonous. no goals. no motivations.
nothing else. jus a life behind the doors.
no freedom.

a human with a face,
with all the things they need.
why is it theres always a worrie sign on our face?

is there no way a human can ever be content?

its an insane thought to be happy all the tyme..
even if you have nothing you cant get...

~we're all alone in this world. no amount of friends can make one feel great all the tyme.