Fool feels alone.
The council speaks of surrender.
Dear members of the council, we hereby join together at the mercy of time and our beloved writer - to look within the heart of Fool.
Fool begs, “Bhumi, you are the first one that I always go to. You are the mom. Guide me please. Guide me on this journey. Hold my hand. I cant do this alone. Carry me. Take me with you. I feel alone. I feel like no one understands me. I feel like no one can get what I go through.
No one can get
how I feel crushed between the duty of my power and enjoying life.
how I feel guilty when I focus on joy instead of the horrors of the world.
when I feel compliant
when I try to reason with divine order,
when I try to reason with destiny.
I feel lost.”
Bhumi comforts her in calming voice, “Firstly, you are never alone. We know that tangible things that have a physical voice make you feel less alone coz they distract you better. But we are always here. Even when you don’t talk to us. We love you. We got you. We love you. Remember that.”
