Redefinition

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,
Let you brush my matted fur.
How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping.
Shallow breathing made me purr.

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me.
I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound...

Virtue had to leave. Leaving meant walking from hard situation, and in to another. Maybe harder. But the longing was unbearable. It brought him to a desolate back lane... a place where few creatures could find any hope. But he thought to himself, "beyond the despair, there may be a hope... and if I listen carefully, I might hear the sound."

Some moments are so overwhelming... but this I know, that the desires and cravings of my soul are there because there is something that can satisfy. Only one knows the full dynamic of these cravings... the same one that said, "man should not live on bread alone, but every Word of God."

Sometimes we need to leave a hard situation, and enter one that is far scarier. Not because anyone is to blame, but because a thought enters your head, "how long can I go without hearing your voice?
and ... what if I never hear it again?"

So desperation called me out... The separation is heavy... The winter is cold and lonelier than I remember... but the voice has never been so clear.

I hope you know that I'm sorry it got too hard...
and I hope you know that I miss you.