For those who know me, Linkin Park is my all-time favourite band and has been since I’ve been 10 years old. 10 years old is when I started to dive into creative writing. This isn’t a coincidence, the band and lead singer were the reason I thought ‘hot damn, words in sentences is nice.’
Now imagine that a little bit more poetic and with proper grammar.
At a previous veterinary clinic I worked at, I overheard a woman tell her timid Great Dane, “you’re not meant for everyone.” I thought that was some deep, meaningful stuff, and I applied it to my own rescue dog and eventually myself.
It began when my fiancée and I filled out a form to adopt a dog. She wanted a medium to large lab type, and I wanted a pug. We compromised and opened our heart to the next fairly young dog that needed a home. The only condition was that we have two rescue cats, so their safety was our main focus. ENTER KAZOOEE.
Continue reading “You’re Not Meant For Everyone”
I’m petsitting two French bulldogs right now. They both are hyper when I come home, but tend to chill out fast. They sleep most of the day, and wake up just to eat. Pretty sure one has amnesia, she always forgets who I am.
Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
again
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep. Continue reading “High Functioning”
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again. Continue reading “Definition of Insanity”
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
I want to drink whiskey straight from the bottle
and wear leather
Continue reading “Cut, Burn, Bury”
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
Cat M. Lalonde 