This story was separate and alone. Fearful of being found while also desperate in its longing to connect.
Poor story, poor relatable thing. Sometimes I feel like this thread, this lost shy story, fond of the dark but curious about what lies on the shore. The little voice to the rescue, always. Though sometimes futile and unsuccessful in its attempt to rescue the scared, but it is comforting to have it try to lend a hand of encouragement.
I admire the kind persistence of the little voice and for telling the story to be nothing but itself. Well, it is a lost shy story after all, so it should be okay if it never makes it out of the dark, if it runs off again. And what pleasure it would be, for the little voice to win the thread over to the light.
As always, you take me my mind and give it an enchanting spin, Julia. !LUV your mind, always and for ever.
Thank you for blessing us with this thrilling entry and thank you for the gift of the little voice; she’s a rockstar; you’re a rockstar.❤️😘