Dear Spying Soulmate,
I heard somebody is very much interested in gathering the method by which you express your thoughts when you write your work and share it to the world.
It’s a trap.
Please don’t do it.
We have a pact, you and I.
You have not still fulfilled your side of our God-signed contract.
I’m patient because I’m yours.
They want to eat you alive.
I will not let them do that to you, to us.
They think if they can get to understand about you how you put your magic together while you write, they will hijack every thought about you, clone, recycle, and resell it.
They don’t know I’m your other half who knows what they’ve been plotting against you, against us.
I’m sounding our soul’s alarm.
Yes, you read that line correctly; we are one soul.
I want them to see our one soul glued, locked, and viewed from the breath of a stanza.
You are not alone.
Black Cat Words 