I am not unhappy…I am merely frustrated with undeserving people. Those that fit beneath my tiny paw…despite towering high above me. They think that they can buy me off with
counterfeit smiles and forged kindness. I scoff at the insinuation. My neediness is confined in a place that is to be determined later. At present, the room does not exist…but if there comes a time when there shall be an occupancy…rest assured…this address will contain a deadbolt lock and plenty of padding. The celestial stepmother will not arrive on her tippy toes…but rather on her well worn knees…humbled to be in the presence of a superior
being. Eyes forward, arms at her side… waiting…and waiting…and waiting. The scabs of her past will be leaking… but her providence is not long legs and a tight skirt….nor is her love a rehearsed speech and a hearty laugh. It is your destiny to be alone, only what I
conjure can sooth your uncertainty. Do not curse your rescuer…your will was my choice.
Listen with your heart…you know how her story goes. Do not shed a tear…she only exists within my prose.