Watercolour Cat Dream

The moment when it all floats
When colours seem to emerge
into this peculiar unity
that does not even aim for making sense
for sense is nowhere near this experience
of flowing and floating
at once

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Saturday morning. The sun was shining just as clearly as on any gloomy rainy day and Queen of Cups was getting herself sorted out with her weekly addiction. This week it seemed to have been online gambling. Well at least it was not as physically alarming as some of her former habits, yet still worth sorting out. Whilst calculating all aspects such as income and output or possible effects on social life, she stumbled over the thought that she lived for her cravings. This she found equally amusing and depressing and would it not have been for the calming drink in her hand she would probably have burst into hysterical laughter.

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"Förbannelsen i att vara ung och lovande ligger i väntan på att inte vara ung och lovande längre", skrek hon och kurade ihop sig som ett sårat djur. "Och när kan man förresten veta att det är försent för en? När kan man andas ut lixom?"