7/9/14

Tonight I am a torn apart mess. Half of me wishes to be a little kitten cuddling cozily in soft, squishy blankets with no worries and no hopes and nothing to look forward to but a life of endless security and kitty kibble, sunshine puddles and the occasional cliche ball of yarn to unravel. The other half, however, is desperately craving adventure and depth and something more. More than just existence, so dull and average.