them all." but i can't hear them.
all i hear is the rhythm of your paws on my floor. and sometimes it feels like too much. it always feels like too much. it feels like i am wearing a hundred cloaks. a thousand. a million. it is hot and humid, and i am lost in fabric. you may never see me again, it is so heavy. i am a hangar, i am a coat rack, i am here to carry cloth. the weight of all that fur. but the alternative is not to care and look where that led me. you are gone. 