Phat Cat Says...

Tears swell but never fall like humidity trapped inside a thundercloud. Storm rages inward as you can see the turbulence build across a darkened horizon. Thunder booms giving evidence to inner conflict. Lightning strikes lashing out proving how volatile and yet simultaneously how fragile the situation really is. But nothing falls as the pain isn't enough to let go of. We look for funny shapes in the familiarity of the changing cloud formations to soothe our curiosity of what might happen but the feeling can be felt without a glance. You can smell it in the air. The dam is held up with so much strength that no force could ever make it give way. Just when you think the weather isn't going to do anything but pass over, you feel a drop. Then two. Before long it begins to rain as the heart breaks and water is set free seeping through the cracks in the wall you built up around you. The tide cleanses and makes new. The weight of your body collapsing to one knee is only relief that the storm will rip you apart and hopefully flood washing away everything in its path. But there is always something left behind after the havoc. You. However, I'll be the first to admit the sky always seems so much clearer after a downpour as we begin to realize and understand what it is to let go.

Phat Cat Says...

The world is made of water 

She is extreme

At times her touch is gentle

But she can be violent and stern

She is both calming and unforgiving

She roars and crashes in her shores 

As if clutching her hand

Reaching, clawing, and screaming

I want you back

I want what left me so long ago

But she easily lets go

She knows land will be hers again

She sustains it

She molds it

She nourishes it

 She cultivates it 

She never let's us forget

The world is made of water

Be careful how you use her 

Phat Cat Says...