my cat ran away.

the way to feel isn't located at home. it doesn't. no it' doesn't. i'm sure it doesn't. home isn't home unless you have no center of life within your center of gravity within the center of this universe. it's all about constant change, always manipulating this world to make different...different. stop bikering and you mother fucking negative waste of my time needs to realize. we do not exist. we created imagination. so make it how you want it to be. fly straight into oblivion.