what am i supposed to do...
...to put myself in a better mood?
my kitling,
you are a tree. an oak.
when you come home to me your arms will be like branches,
strong and swaying.
when i see you again your legs will be like roots,
winding and stuck fast to the ground closest to me.
if i cut you open, i'm sure your wick will be a brilliant emerald;
alive as ever.
i'd chain myself to you anyday.
my dearest kitten,
i am the stream that flows beneath your mighty branches.
when you are gone, the sun is hot and makes my stomach bubble and spit.
when you return i am shaded and water rushes through my heart and eyes too quickly for me to stop it.
katherine,
i miss you.
i love you.
come home to me, i am broken in two.
