fleeting moments do just that
faces wither on”
“Unforgiving windsStray cat wanders about as Its fur is left combed “ ~ zaheedah As I take on this hostile period of my life, seeking out my earthly purpose – a temporary abode for my ambitious mind. Violent winds oppress me as I attempt to glide on surreptitiously, the way of a cat. Still, I carve my way forward through the heavy dust and I’m left with a reminder – a scar of forcibly combed fur.