bloody cake

phil doesn't want to talk to me because he's "tired lah, cat".

now he's asleep right in front of me with his mouth wide open.

so, i've been feeling quite bad for the past ten minutes and came up with that totally irrelevent little thing at the bottom of this.

Real,
the second of disdain in the air,
that unbearable re-regret,
the obvious subtleness,
That uncertain joy,
the question to the question.