My coffee tastes good this morning. Not an expensive brew, just regular coffee with a hint of flavored creamer. My cat, innocent cat expression with his big fluffy self, looked at me today.. sniffing the air between us as if considering whether to lick my nose. I laughed at him and almost stopped… analyzing the sound of my voice, trying not to wonder about how my expression looked. Had I laughed too loud? It’s been a strange journey for me, heartfelt to be sure, self expression; being self conscious about what people might think, trying to walk softly. Memories, conversations can’t let it bother you. “Can’t,” this word is so difficult for me, must be some of the personalities I’ve known in this life. It’s true, can’t; seems true, but God help me the people try to force the “can.” I will say, do not ask, it’s in my eyes. Mirrors, windows…my ideas on love, life, and beauty. Pain. These eyes lowered, and I do not know which people might tell you the stories of all the times it wasn’t so.
Simplified, don’t twist your words.
Self conscious. I call it introverted; shy.
But my cat, he made me laugh today and no one was around so.. I don’t think it was too loud.
(P.S. Don’t stress about whether or not the commas are in the wrong place.)