raylord666

I love this cat. She was a stray, and I don’t really love anything else right now.

The dust of other’s imaginations  Echoes through a mind That is one with them I am built by their imaginings The ashes of their thoughts  For I am one with them Brick and mortar I am created Through the eyes of the onlooker Not imaginary, but I am one with them I bleed through the flesh And I imagine death For I am one with them Towards my destination We know that it will never be For me to be one with them Yet, we wonder what is imagined  Not knowing its conception While life decides my fate Not knowing its intention Because I am one with them

A wIzArD?!