please don't be so sad. we are all the same.
we fix our selves against imagination and the selves of others.
squatting between look and touch, the smooth of the cool light blue on white with a matching saucer and the warmth of the tattered soft black fur around our paws. the sweet insides of this one and the burning bitterness inside the other.
we juxtapose our selves and each other. the exterior calm against the coal fires burning inside.
we want to be the white porcelain tea cup, but we're really a big black bear. and we are lost.