I am not myself right now... not entirely.I am a ball of pain and hormones...a broken entity awaiting my 42nd birthday...a day to die perhaps...or maybe, if hope be a thing...a day to finally live...So, I write me 21 letters...and I write me 21 more...in the 21 days til 42...in the simple hope...that there is hope.β¦
My name is Claire de Luna...Moon Cat and Kitty of the Stars.Not every cat has an owner...and most cats don't have pets...and even most humans don't have pet emus...but I'm a lucky girl to have found my way into the heart of this one...and she has found her way into mine.β¦
A form of automatic writing while listening to a random shuffle of things I listen to and see where my mind goes. Your GPS should be set to WTF. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times and please do not feed the Emus... they are not hungry... they just have the munchies... unless you have ginger snaps... feed an Emu a cookie and she'll be your friend for life :)β¦
Memoirs of a year and a half of homelessness.β¦