27th May, 2025
Round Head climbed onto my back like it was a cliff face,
claws out not to hurt but to hold, stretching like a tiger frozen mid-pounce,
orange fur glowing under that red moon that made everything feel surreal, cartoonish almost —
he didn’t meow, just looked past me like he was deciding something, like the world below wasn’t quite ready for him —
I stayed still, felt the soft weight of him and the pull of the moment, this quiet absurd theatre of us,
shadow on the balcony, city somewhere below,
holding on for balance
or love,
maybe both.
Side Note:
⟐ Bethnal Green
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.