Unquiet, 68

'i'm looking for little more than any one else', she said as the cat scratched on the door desperate to get in. she sighed as she sat and listened for a moment more trying to make since of it all. she stood up and opened the door to the sacred space letting the cat in. she hugged him for but a moment, then let him go and he was content.
back to the written word. 'ah, friends are what i'm looking for, people who knows what it means, or should i say how it feels, to not fit in and then joins in with a community of people who knows how it feels not to fit in.
i'm not a loud person, i am artistic, and am interested in lots of 'things.
umm... i love movies that deal with the supernatural, and horror, sci fi, suspense, fantasy, action. i don't listen to much music any more as i don't find myself with loads of time. i work and am a photography student. the cat resumes scratching at the door. he needs much attention today for some odd reason. seeing as she spent the day around the house and he ignored her for the most part.
ah description,'writing, i write short stories and prose when i am in the mood, and love to compose melodies off the top of my head, so to speak, on rare occasion. i used to draw portraits quite a while ago, i need to practice again, i really loved those moments.
so, is anybody out there? is anybody talking and touching somebody elses soul?