Dear Spying Soulmate,
No. You are not that mucky mouse I’ve been writing about.
You’re instead the child in the man that Feathers holds and hugs.
Although we both know you’ve been lost for a long time, you are, however, still stuck in a spiritual maze, like a mouse would be.
It’s interesting, though, that you would think you’re like a mouse, and not a man. Do understand your soul tells me everything about you.
Here it comes, the dawn. I hate when that happens.
Black Cat Words 