existentialist observation

Sometimes i sit on my couch and just stare out my patio door. This is quite blissful most of the time, with my mind shifting into neutral — like that feeling you get when you’re driving. My cat also is prone to staring through the door for guiltless stretches of time. It’s apparent she finds it gratifying. We’re not really expecting to see anything in particular (I feel I also can say that on behalf of my cat), it’s just that we know that’s where life is — just like when trees shift toward sunlight.

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, cuddle bunny. Sweetie, I'd love to.

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