Things weren’t looking good. I laid the tissues on the bathroom floor and crouched down to assess my new friend’s vitals. There was no movement.
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Origin Point
It felt like coming into the place that is “common to us all”. Beyond the veils of identity, behind the walls of separation. Somewhere, we all know each other, and this place felt like home.
Respite
It was like entering a room I’d never been in before, blindfolded. In that darkness, I sensed something. It was like I could see, even with my eyes closed.
Finding My True Calling (*hint* it’s a trap) Part 2
It didn’t answer, but I felt something. I felt something melting and seeping through my skin. It slipped down my body, onto the river bank, and into the water. And then I saw them.
Finding My True Calling (*hint* it’s a trap) Part 1
So there I was, sewing away on my machine. Trying to ignore the void threatening to swallow me up if I stopped and looked its way. “Gosh, I love what I do. This is so fun.” I side eyed the Void, did it believe me? Would it leave me alone? I stopped to change my thread and picked up my fabric again. It had gone black.