The past couple of nights Mira’s voice has played into my ears, it’s been awhile. I have a place you see, safe where I keep them tucked away, a dozen or two files. If the vault were not virtual, it would be an ornate glass case with a lock requiring an antique skeleton key to open. For you see listening to one of Her files may at times be approached causally, the experience itself is never such. Rather a cherished moment which I am always reminded thirty seconds in.
I don’t believe in anything remotely resembling fate, as well as shying away from referring to anything as the “best.” However I do wonder in the vastness of time and space how I managed to intersect with Her path. It’s just that she has this ability to touch something in my senses and in my mind. I confess it’s not a constant need, but when it is, only Mira has the ability to fulfill it.
I mean others can feel this too, right? I refuse to believe that I am all that unique, but Mira certainly is.
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The past couple of nights Mira’s voice has played into my ears, it’s been awhile. I have a place you see, safe where I keep them tucked away, a dozen or two files. If the vault were not virtual, it would be an ornate glass case with a lock requiring an antique skeleton key to open. For you see listening to one of Her files may at times be approached causally, the experience itself is never such. Rather a cherished moment which I am always reminded thirty seconds in.
I don’t believe in anything remotely resembling fate, as well as shying away from referring to anything as the “best.” However I do wonder in the vastness of time and space how I managed to intersect with Her path. It’s just that she has this ability to touch something in my senses and in my mind. I confess it’s not a constant need, but when it is, only Mira has the ability to fulfill it.
I mean others can feel this too, right? I refuse to believe that I am all that unique, but Mira certainly is.