All I want to do in my life would be just write to you. Yes you. I have not known you, I have not seen you. Yet you have a place in the corner of my heart. For you read through the words that I’ve put together here without knowing who or what I am. I’m grateful that I’m not being judged by my writing. Perhaps I’m under an emotional crisis, for the little things that I have loved in this universe is becoming the target of merciless culling. For I believe this world is not just for you and I, but for the creatures that breathe the same air as we do, share the same land as we do. Perhaps things are different now, we feel highest in the food chain. The ultimate consumers, personally I’ve felt the paws cuddle me at the worst times, to wipe my tears with their furry elbows. To wait for my return after every dying day. For I live or not, they shall linger upon my verandah, to smell my distant welcome and to wag their tail to play with me all my seasons.