Dear Kitty Cat

Dear Kitty Cat,

Today I walked on the Brooklyn Bridge. A crazy thought just popped in my head; urged me to “travel” from Manhattan to Brooklyn. The scorching heat did not bother me since my forehead was already crisp from last weekend’s events. I stopped in the middle of bridge to catch my breath and to buy that $2 water from a guy with gray eyes. We had small talk and I suggested that he moved his spot closer to Manhattan since the other vendor sold out all his water bottles. Kitty, it is nice to exchange pleasantries with people you exactly don’t know. There’s a very slim possibility that I will see that man again.

I sat under the shade of the cable wires and peeked through the slits; cars and cabs were doing a drag race. I wonder if I would still be able to drive? It has been a long time since I steered the wheel. I miss driving. I used to drive so fast Kitty. Nowadays, I take the subway but it’s cool with me. It gets me to places. Anyway, I finished my trek and headed towards the park to rest. I like parks Kitty. They are the best environment to observe people. I do that most of the time and my brain are on rollerblades, skating so fast to integrate information. You do that too Kitty and I always get the feeling, you see through me. The bench was cozy, just right for me to sit and still have room for my backpack. I know it is a bad habit but I like organizing things in my bag in public. Well, at least I don’t take out a tampon or a butterfly knife. The young couple glanced at me with a weird look then proceeded to eat each other’s tonsils. When I finished my task, I realized I was sitting next to an old Chinese Lady. I smiled at her and said hello. She smiled and looked away. Kitty, I suddenly felt sad. The lady looked at something that seem so far away. I wonder what was she thinking or who is she thinking. There was loneliness in her eyes and I made a pledge that I will, as much as possible carry joy until I grow old. The old lady realized I was staring at her. I paused expecting to be scolded but she said something. Unfortunately, it was a language I could not understand. I just smiled and continued to look for more subjects.

Precisely at 4:56, a gay guy sat in front of me. He was gorgeous and has impeccable taste in clothes. I shifted my gaze to his portfolio and Micheal Korrs made it. I like that brand Kitty, I have two pairs of shoes by him. He made a phone call to some guy, I guess. It sounded like a date because he mentioned a place. I think he was happy because he smiled while putting away his IPhone. Honestly, I like to see people who are happy. If I have a superpower, I would create a park where lonely people can visit and feel loved. I will take you there too Kitty, because you need to learn more about the world outside your litter box.

I need to end this missive; therefore I conclude that life is like a bridge. It always has a starting point and finish line. However, what’s great about it, we can have numerous starting points and can always cross the bridge whether it is difficult or easy to tread on. I like bridges. I think I’ll go again this week.

Sleep tight,