it was time to withdraw...there are times to do so...and then, there are times to advance...you go one day or two and a half years into a direction, then for what appears as no reason whatsoever, you disappear from the planet just like everyone else...we are all migrants...the memories we leave behind may or may not be us to us, but certainly is to them that says so...
an angel scratches at the door and turns out to be a cat...a hungry cat...pestering for food and rubbing up against whatever you do...you resist and an angel persists until you do what it wants, feed it...
homemade food or food from a can...perhaps whatever is left sitting on the table...loud purrs and a little scratch precedes instruction from an animal, feed me...
discontent arises from the resistance of doing what you want while an angel wants some food immediately...
feed the cat and be done with it...and so she did.
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