Its been seven days since I was released. Such a funny little number that is.. It was seven days he had asked for in order to vet me out as proper slave material.. God made the world in seven days.. poetic, yes?
And so I find myself reflective of all the things that have transpired today. Reconnecting with old friends. Old friends desirous of become a new flame. Job opportunies where there werent any before. Found out the man who assaulted me also assaulted two others. Quite the eventful day indeed.
Someone said, all things happen for a reason. Is that so? Do I.. should I.. dare I guess what those reasons could be? I dont think so. I used to try and for all the wonder and worry, I gained nothing.
A little bird whispered that a strong wind could be coming back. But we all know how the weather is, unpredictable at best. And the reality is, if that weather comes in there is a high chance it will never come near me.
Byron is anxious and so am i.
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