Once in my life, I see it crawling and fuming; it seeks food.
I remember the shape of it: skinny and pale, wondering and barely able to walk across the fair. Its eyes were black, and it took shape of a personage.
I remember the time I finally spoke to it with a withered tone. However before I got the air in my lungs, the words refuse to expel, and I am sitting there scared. It began to walk towards- and, not a moment to spare I thought it would attack me in the fair.
Once in my life, I see it crawling and fuming; it seeks a friend.
The time the face look familiar and I could no bear- I was scared and I prefer to be alone.
I remember the time when the personages came. They took and plundered with a little bit of sympathy. Anger from my memories I am taken back, and look at this rigid cat. It is a cat: no claws, no falts, and worst of all, no goals.
When I awoke from my head, the sky shines with lead, and the cat walked away and leaves me with a forever paradox-
The personages were there and looked a little kind over there.
I was walked out of the fog, the sky took a shine, and my paradox was no more.
Once in my life, a cat was there with personages all in a fair, with intentions unreadable, they enjoy them selfs, and leave me there:
scared.
\"Scared\" by Elijah Bennett-Tuito\'elau 11/3/21