No need for worry. This too shall pass.
On the other hand. Or rather in the other's hands. A cherished moment. A bird. Unwilling to escape. Contrary to me.
A resolve never to torture a single sentient being with my presence grows by the minute. Delusion is a bliss, but I'm too paranoid of a parrot to delude myself any longer.
It is true. I haven't given up. I'm just hibernating.
Recharging patiently.
Hugs&Coffee,
~Josie~