Fog is Beautiful

In the city of San Francisco,                            

Everyone is diagnosed with the rare disease of eternal blindness. 

This is true. For I was a victim too.

It can settle onto a person’s souls for days,

Till the moment we decide to move away.

This grey, silver lined sky,

That hovers over my head like a colorless blanket,

Is something that I learned,

Recently,

To recognize for the first time in my life.

I even tried to go up and touch it,

Grasping the light smoke, 

Feeling like slushy permafrost that’s not too cold,

To burn the nerves of my skin,

And dissipate through the intended space of my fingers.

“It’s the wind’s fault anyways,

That this fog can’t be seen as beautiful.”

I keep telling this city.

But no one listens to me,

As it always gets swallowed,

By the sky,

And the clear shoreline,

Until it gets released,

And becomes a mere echo,

Like a fog horn blaring,

Across the bay.

The Story of Happiness

I just hate my life. The whole day felt like a rock rolling on my head. It didn't take a second to breathe as it pounded on me the whole day. It stung me, punched me, bruised me. I would inhale the air as I drowned in the red iron that painted on my tongue. By the time I got home, the paint dried cold to the bone. When I entered my room, I chugged down on a salty river. Once the river dried, I had lips of a person who didn't drink in days.

From the corner, a lamp light demonstrated a quiet light bulb, leading me to realize how the room was dead. When getting up to search for a light switch, I felt something grab the bottom of my ripped jeans. The lights went straight on a young boy. His two front teeth were loose off their hinges, ready to run out at any moment. He presented his two blue souls that were glowing vibrantly. "So how was your day, sis?" He asked me with a high voice.

Horrible. I walked on past him as I went to the kitchen to get a empty glass.

"That bad, huh?" He commented as he sat on the floor. I came back a few moments later with a glass filled of grape juice. The sweet taste of fruit made my taste buds melt, reminding me how close I was to drink its adult version. Placing the glass on the table, I looked out the window like a drunkard at the bar. I felt the sickening want to drink my sorrows away. It grew silent for a few moments, letting my eyes close in a fake bliss.

"Tell me a story, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He cried when he got tired of the silence.

He had to say this four or five times before I looked at him. I didn't give him a mean teenager look, wishing to kick him out. I let my teen ergs slide as I got up, preparing myself to work my magic. I felt the spotlight on me, letting my eyes shining with a hue of a melted sun. 

"This is the story of the King, the Queen, and Madness. Once upon a time, the kingdom had a young messenger named Happiness. Everyday, Happiness roaming all over the land, chanting and glorifying how the King and the Queen were getting married. His words made tricks upon everyone as they thought this was what the kingdom needed. What the kingdom desired. Upon that evening, when the sun was going to take its restful sleep, everyone gathered at the castle to witness the marriage. However, that was when they saw the King and Queen's new child, Madness. Madness didn't have a crazy look. Madness, in fact, looked normal to everyone."

"That's what Madness wanted everyone to think, right?" The boy interjected.

"Exactly, Theo." I quickly rubbed his head that was covered in a baseball cap before continuing my story. 

"Anyways, no one knew that Madness was going to cause destruction for the whole town. As Madness grew up, Madness took the liberty to destroy their lives. He started by smashing every single vase in the house. Madness even put their thousands of painting together, lips to lips, that was so forced that would end up with holes that replaced their faces. And while the destruction occurred in the castle, the couple was busy cutting off heads. In fact, it was their own heads. They would swipe at their throats every night before going to bed. It was their own version of brushing their teeth."

The boy made a giggle at the joke before he roared with laughter. He even pretended to put blood on his finger toothbrush and made horrible gurgling sounds. I couldn't help to smile as I scooped my brother into my arms. I kissed him on the nose and turned him upside down, knowing that he would get mad. We were left to play wrestle the rest of the night. It got so late we actual listened to some crows singing in the distance. I looked out my window, feeling my brother breathing until he was knocked out. In silence, I told myself the end of the story.

"And that was how the King and Queen broke the kingdom apart. They eventually forgot to take care of their duties: they neglected to provide shelter for their people, food to feed the hungry kids became scarce, and no protection was provided from the dragons that would scurry at night to hunt them. The couple felt they had no time to fix those situations as Madness took all of their attention. Madness made them blind from the real world, even taking the liberty to keep their windows covered in shades of midnight. This resulted to make everyone leave the kingdom. They all left with bags barely full. To this day, the King and the Queen never noticed. They even neglected to give themselves nourishment, making themselves end up dead in the arms of Madness. However, somehow, out of all what happened, Happiness still goes running around the empty village. Happiness never stopped, even when death came upon him and Madness. Happiness just couldn't leave the village. Not until the King and the Queen were able to genuinely smile."

A snore broke through the story, giving me the cue that the story was getting too long. It made me almost laugh too loudly. I placed him in my bed for the night, allowing him to sleep in gentle blankets for the night. From the small closet, I grabbed the sleeping bag, snuggling myself to sleep. I heard a small cry of joy grab my ears before drifting off to sleep. 

Thank you Happiness. 

Chance of Showers Today

Static,

Quick,

Wink,

Explosion,

Terror in the face.

Anger,

Roaring,

Darkness forming,

Deep beneath in the abyss,

That I wish would go amiss.

Words stabbing,

Finger jabbing,

The dying phone in hand.

I'm the doctor,

In search of wonder,

If my soul will make it to the other side.

But I can't look,

I dare not say.

As the results were emulated.

Upon the other side,

In the world of death,

Pleading "Not guilty."

I cry and beg.

But as I look to the grey,

Misty and fast paced sky,

My eyes close,

It feels drenched,

They feel drenched,

Like a downpour,

Now turning into showers,

Showers changing to ice,

Ice become hail,

Hail gets bigger,

As thunder and wind take the sky.

I hear angels dying,

The other soul made it,

To the other side!

The other soul made it,

To the other side.

...

Alone but At Peace (Part 3)

With now living alone,
I moved to a new city,
A complex world that I wasn't used to living in.
It was quite different,
And even weird in some ways,
But I had followed my instinct,
And went over the mountains,
In search of a new Owner.

What made this world so hard,
And very complicated,
Was the rules that I had to follow,
That didn't follow my own morals.

Like one day,
The People there didn't like going out in the rain,
But they only went out with giant mushrooms,
That had long stems for their tiny hands.
It was quite a queer sight,
As mushrooms were meant to be food,
Cooked and made delicious,
Not used to protect from rain.
Besides,
Rain is also a great thing to touch fur,
So why would rain scare a person?
Maybe they didn't like getting messy.

Yes,
That's probably the case.

Even though this city has a lot of contrasts,
From the way I'm use to living,
There's still some things,
That coincide with how I feel.

Like for one thing,
There are a lot more of cats like me,
And we even get along together.

Its even closer then being with a Owner.
This what surprises me.
But its something that makes me smile.
Something,
That allows me more than anything,
To be at peace.

Found and Left Alone (part 2)

I'm found,

I finally reached that hand that I wanted to hold.

It was kind,

And sweet,

Just like I hoped it would be.

However,

It was quite brief.

I thought the warmth was going to stay forever,

But my new Owner's eyes were casting off,

To a new distance,

A secret horizon that it felt alone.

I would climb to Owner's shoulder to look,

Use glasses to even get a better vision,

But foggy days,

And cloudy nights was what I would see.

I couldn't get into my Owner's shoes.

My Owner would even sometimes forget about me,

As it looked to the horizon everyday.

I was trying to let Owner notice me again.

I would give Owner presents,

And tell Owner sweet things,

But Owner's mind was still somewhere else.

Always somewhere else.

Then,

Few days later,

When I woke,

And went to look for Owner,

Giving Owner usual sweet greetings,

Owner wasn't there to be found.

I looked for Owner everywhere,

I went all over town in search of Owner.

At the end of the day,

I knew that new Owner was gone.

I was left alone again.

But this didn't make me hate Owner,

No I couldn't try.

It made me feel sad for Owner.

Made me wish that I could help Owner.

Make Owner realize,

That the greatest things in Owner's life,

Was right in-front of Owner.

It didn't have to be me,

But living in the present is better,

Than chasing off dizzy dreams.

As the wind grew colder,

And snow started to float down softly,

I then got out of the house,

The warm,

Sweet house,

And out to the cold world,

To accept,

The cold truth:

Sometimes when finding true happiness,

You have to be left alone for a while.

Deep down though,

I hoped that I could meet Owner again.

The Owner who I thought,

Was surely,

The one.

Lost and Found (part 1)

I lost.

I've fallen.

I can't stand on my two feet anymore.

I lay on the floor,

With hands open,

Fingers stretched beyond my reach.

Am I truly gone with the wind?

Is my soul already taken?

Or I'm just lost in this bare and broken world?

Lately,

I feel I can't trust anyone,

Or more like,

I feel like a cat,

With its guard up to my Owner.

I can't even look in my Owner's eyes,

I can't even stand when Owner is in the room.

I feel the walls closing in,

As the lights slowly dim to total darkness.

Am I truly lost to reality?

Can I never be able to find true happiness?

I always feel that no matter what,

My heart can never be prepared for the world ahead,

Since everyone keeps me on the ground,

And kick me till I cry in defeat.

I need a hand to take,

I want fingers to intertwine,

And take a leap of faith,

With a different Owner.

I want to be loved,

I want to survive.

In a new world,

With my new Owner,

And I.

Lost in WonderMend

"Greetings little girl! What's you're name?" A lean rabbit with a big green, led-poisoned hat, exclaimed to the visitor.

"Alice sir." The visitor answered in a high voice. The visitor, being a young girl, looked at the rabbit with sad eyes. She knew the hat has poisoned his mind to become mad!

"Why do you have such a hat, sir?"

"No sirs please! My hat is most certainly fine... I forgot! My cup of tea!" He then starts running around with his tea cup in hand.

"My tea cup is empty! Please come with me! I need to give you some as well since you are a guest."

He took her wrist without a thought as she ran behind, passing by tall purple trees that gave perplexing smells.

"G-guest?" She managed to say as she ran with him.

"Indeed Alice! A guest in this world where I was born, raised, and learned the ways of being mad! For I'm the Mad Hatter!"

He took his hat off as he threw it in the air. Before it could be swept by the branches of trees, the wind caught it and it flew far to the unknown. Such a strange world she was in!

"Y-you're hat sir!" Alice cried to the sky.

No answer came as she then looked to her front. He vanished! She then stopped herself. Searching with eyes filled with fear, she didn't dare call him. Something inside her told her so.

"Welcome to WonderMEND. Where nothing you knew was the same before." A voice informed her.

She turned around to see if the voice was there. The thing that stood before her was a floating lamp light. This surprised her as it bowed in greetings to her.

"Shady shall show you the way around this forest. It is going to get dark soon anyhow. You better leave before he comes back, Alice. He's not all you think. He's more than the Mad Hatter. He's the Psychopath of WonderMEND." The same voice from before explained.

"The Mad Hatter is the King of Blood Stained Fools!" Another voice called from one of the trees.

"He's going to come back!" A third voice bellowed from the sky.

"Run Alice RUN!" The voices chorused.

Then the light vanished, leaving Alice to get swallowed by the pitch black darkness.

Footsteps were then in place of her breath. Panic was bitten down her throat. Fear was chocked in her fists.

She then started to run. She kept at it even if she felt tired. Sweat was creating a trail behind her as she went deeper in the forest. She didn't dare to stop. She had to keep going.

"STOP! STOP AT ONCE! ALICE!!!!!!" A familiar voice called to her.

She knew it was the Mad Hatter, but she couldn't trust him. She knew his brain was defeated from his poisoned top hat.

"Just leave me alone! I want to go home! Screw WonderMEND! She screamed back.

That's when she finally stood in her tracks. Her ears perked. She didn't wanted to get fooled again...

A thud was then heard dropped to the floor. Placed in-front of her was a small pistol. The end was stained in blood. Fresh and rotting. She took a few steps away as then two hands were placed on her shoulders. They pushed her to the floor and twisted her. She was then faced up to the now lit up sky. The Mad Hatter was floating in the rich blue as he twirled a gun on his forefinger.

"So you want out, right? YOU WANT OUT?! I'LL SHOW YOU OUT! AH HAHAHAHAHA!"

The Mad Hatter then stopped talking as he smiled, displaying his teeth. His eyes were crossed. His finger on the trigger. Aiming at her heart. Her eyes then closed.

Ready.

For.

Impact...

No bang went off from the gun. She didn't even hear the Mad Hatter. None of the other voices from the forest. She then opened her eyes. She found herself resting next to a tree. She looked around to see the tree. The leaves were green and they had no funny scent. She then signed with relief as she stood up and walked on home.

"I'm so glad it was only a dream." She said to herself.