It's funny how this life has changes its perception. Less th..
🕑 Added 2021-09-25 18:59:50 +0000 UTC
It's funny how this life has changes its perception. Less than two years ago but not long before meeting its Master, it wrote this:
I left my flat, crossed the road, sat on the sand. Stared at people, gulls, sea, kayaks, scolded. Occasional paranoia that families nearby are noticing me, but mostly unrelated thoughts. Unable to stop from frowning in the light, aware i'm the only one sat alone. In t shirt and stained flared jeans. Hair a mess wh*pping my face. Thinking of people, books, past, etc. Still empty. Overtly aware of the ever persistent feeling of "different". Will i ever be so empty that the people around me disappear into my own nothingness? Will I forget them, be overwhelmed and walk into the water without returning? Not from agony or a desire for an end, but just full of too much nothing to consider returning home or anywhere except the water?
Now, back to today, for two nights in a row there have been huge crowds outside the flat, and this slave - its Master at work and tracking where it is on His phone - has wondered out into the crowds to see what's happening. It still feels alone in the crowds, it's still aware its always alone. But it is wearing its collar.. and it can't help but touch it, that it is still lost and alone but it now feels like a pet that's wondered off from its Owner, moving amongst a crowd that doesn't see it, a pet that's jumped over the gates of its home for a minute to wander amongst creatures that it isn't one of. And it doesn't return to nothingness, there isn't a nothingness anymore, because there is always its Master.
