Cloud Nine

Touched me so carefully and cautiously.

Holding me like I'm about to escape.

 A wounded rythm.

We latched into a crew who were making music. 

Lots of noises.

Cat smiled.

lots of sounds.

Its been two weeks.

days as past so quick and never knew where we were.

Since then, things wern't right.

after two month of us breaking up; I actually smiled without

faking happiness.

But it wasn't that day that made me smiled.

It was a different person.

Cloud Nine, is what that person discovered.

I, Cat adores that person.

Nicknamed as Cloud Nine.

Cloud Nine was away for couple of weeks.

Cat never helped it, until found someone else.

And hopefully learn from mistakes.

Cat never thought Cloud Nine will be coming home soon.

Not just an amazing person, but artistic.

Played music.

A leader of  a band.

Alternative Rock.

A band similar to a favorite band I listen to.

Cloud Nine is who makes those noises.

It what made me heal.

Cloud Nine is almost there.

waiting for me at the airport.

I ran.

Hugged, never let go.

Sat somewhere.

Somewhere, no one can find us.

Somewhere Cat and Cloud Nine can have a bit of privacy.

Somewhere they can be alone.

And this is where Cat ends up listening to her first album Wounded rythm with 

her favorite band Cloud Nine.  

Sketch

Sketch you say.

I'm pretty sure I heard you right the first time.

I, Cat, the writer, not just any writer, but soon an author. 

The place, where I'm from, the sketches I made, is where I belong.

I hit play, everytime there is a cut, I hit pause, I draw the frame, and hit it until it cuts again.

I, Cat speaking from where I am now,  it is not enough to watch a film; and not

enough to look at someone's else drawings. 

The Sketch.

Yeah, I know you just said it a couple of seconds ago.

I sit there, facing you; If I’ve only met you a few times, I recall you in terms of a general impression and descriptive words. 

I have no picture of you in my head. It’s kind of crazy that I’ve gotten this far in this field without a mind’s eye.

I looked up facing you again; listen to what you have to say; Why Sketch?

I sketch to make my world into something more fantasy; more realistic.

Sketches that I made linked to something unusal.

perhaps you know what I mean.

Pictures are just simliar to words, but shown differently.

I, Cat, is what I am to describe.

Who is Cat, who is me and why sketch?

I, Cat is a artistic writer, who not just a writer, but a sketcher, sketches life time.

A life time, that had taught me something really important; shots and frames.

Shots is snapshot of my daily life; what I do, where I go, and who I communicate with.

All of those snapshots is what best describe a sketcher.

Frames, is what you put each snapshot into a frame, to able to present daily life.

Not all shots could be your life, but a simple story of what your trying to explain.

Cat, which is me, have alot of concerns.

Concerns my life time, is why I sketch.

Now dear, you really understood what I do.

My buddy, "Yeah I do, you explain it clearly."

Great then, I said.

Is this how it begins?

Yeah, this is how you should do.

Well, I got to go, I might pass your office tomorrow if you don't mind?

Yeah, sure, why not, I said.

And this is how I sketch every snapshot of the day; Cat and my buddy.