I am a trusting soul.
I trust in my master, absolutely and wholeheartedly.
I trust in my chosen family.
I trust that my life will work out, so long as I move forward.
But my hopes?
I feel we often seek some savior. To change things. To make things better. I know certain loved ones in my life have their hopes pinned on certain people in their lives, people that have power over them.
I do not hope for any particular thing, right now, except that I will be okay. And that I place within myself.
Because, at the end of the day, all I know is that I will be there.
Obviously I hope this isn’t true. I want to lie down, curled beside my master. But I cannot count on that, because who can? Even he doesn’t know. Just like I don’t know if I will always be there for him. What if I’m hit by a bus? (I mean, it’s difficult when I spend a large quantity of my time inside my home, if not my bed, but you know most accidents happen in the home?)
I stab my felting needles, strangely reassuring past time. I can take care of myself, no matter what. I want to be with everyone I love, but my hopes are pinned solely on me. I just don’t want to be by myself. Still.