Dearest pillow,
Someday I will send a tale out into the world.
Will it be a hurricane you reckon, ripping whole worlds apart or a gentle drizzle for a parched soul? Or perhaps it will be destined to remain a forgotten cloud, hovering unseen, unheard. I however, like to imagine it to be floating out there, a snowflake, frail yet enduring, a testament that I lived and breathed and loved.
Yes. Someday, my story will not be untold anymore.
Till then, just keep hearing me out.
Tanya
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