I apologise for this unruly commentary about the life of a saddened dog who lives none but with such emotions contrary to a normal mutt. He finds the drooling mess of his life fading like waves and winds clashing onto the summer edges of the beach, where the Sun greets nothing more than find the likes of him beneath lives of lives... As he obeys his inner commands to stay and help the master of the house...
He isn't being bad or anything. He wants to make others proud of him by doing one of many selfless acts possible. And sacrificing time for himself; to play outside in the garden where sunshine flows through the clouds in the sky and brightens the spirit within him.
But nevertheless, he wants to just bark and bite his way out. Wanting freedom. To have fun while he can. To just get out and live a life of life, unlike other cats who laze around in the yard and not play with the yarn in front of them. "I am not a cat, nor like any other dogs." He obeys not to his master, but to his heart.
But then, to leave the house leaves a mark of conscious. Maybe regrets later on. He constantly fights with himself whether to stay with his master, or just to be freed into the glistening radiant land ruled by the Sun and Winds.
He sacrificed that freedom and became a lonely hound of saddened memories... Just with himself. Alone. And Deprived of the many spirits that lingers outside the house. Free from troubles and wicked lives. He is indeed not just any dog. He is in fact, a caged domestic pet of troubled present and future...
---A True Event---
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