Day Thirty-Seven: 02/06/2019

    "Find me." She begged of him.  Not loudly enough to hear, of course.  In fact, she is only begging with her heart, her soul.  Not with her voice.  Mainly, because her voice is held by fear.  Her voice is chained by shame, embarrassment.  By feelings of unworthiness.  She no longer even remembers being able to speak.  If her tears were gifted the power of speech, she would have so much to say.  It seems she would never shut up.